A Watershed Moment in Leamington For Henry Rupert Milestone

My poem has appeared in that lovely e-zine Lighten Up Online today. When writing it, I was attempting (unsuccessfully) to channel Sir J.B.

Below is the original, unedited version:

A Watershed Moment in Leamington For Henry Rupert Milestone

Feeling sad and disillusioned, as he contemplated life
One wet Tuesday, while he mopped the kitchen floor,
Henry Milestone hung the pinny that he’d borrowed from his wife
Oh so neatly on the hook behind the door.

Then he took the HB pencil from behind his large right ear,
And the point above the paper hovered close,
While he tried to conjure words he felt would aptly summarise
All his mid-life angst, in clichés quite morose.

My esteem is sorely compromised; conformity’s my all!”
Wrote poor Henry in self-pitying tirade;
Then he left his note beside the tea pot with an added kiss,
And walked out the front door terribly afraid.

With his brolly, hat and mackintosh, he caught the 42,
Which soon whisked him off away and out of town
To a new life full of jeopardy, uncertainty and risk,
With his routine now completely upside down.

As itinerant and hired hand, he hitched across the world,
Till poor Henry hit hard times in Marrakech,
And while fending off attentions from a goateed chap in red,
Had a Godly visitation in the flesh:

Heed me Henry Rupert Milestone, for this lifestyle’s not for you,
With your mackintosh, your brolly and your angst.
You were meant for life in Leamington, with a cup of tea in hand,
Not cavorting in a souk with mountebanks.”

And so Henry Rupert Milestone thanked the goateed chap he’d met,
But declined the post he’d offered as a bawd,
And he gathered up his stuff with one last wistful look around,
While his hand was taken firmly by the Lord.

Then he found himself in Leamington, a mop within his fist,
In a floral pinny, feeling like a twit,
As his wife entered the kitchen, where she tutted at the floor
And informed him of the fact he’d missed a bit …

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Poem published Lighten Up Online (March 2018)

Picture credit: Tntdynamite (wikicommons)

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Author: Jonathan Humble

Jonathan Humble is a deputy head teacher at a school in Cumbria. A collection of his light poetry (My Camel's Name Is Brian) has been published by TMB Books. His poetry has appeared in The Big Issue In The North, Poems For Freedom, The Dragon Poet Quarterly, Lighten Up Online, Paragram, The Teacher, Spilling Cocoa Over Martin Amis, The Tripe Marketing Board’s Diary, Ink Sweat & Tears, Obsessed With Pipework, Clear Poetry, Curlew Calling Anthology, Atrium, Three Drops Press, Riggwelter Press, Zoomorphic, Fairacre Press, Amaryllis, EyeFlash Poetry, Burning House Press, Picaroon Poetry and on BBC Radio. His short stories and poems for children have been published in The Caterpillar, The Looking Glass Magazine, Amazing Magazine and Stew Magazine. He is the Poet Laureate for the Tripe Marketing Board and Rossendale’s Sunday Clog Market. Other than writing poetry and short stories, his hobbies include beard growing, pointing at poppies and keeping the international coffee industry afloat with his patronage.

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