I took ‘time out’ to jot a poem that tries to make a judgement about what a poet could be hoping might be the case should a park bench in memoriam of him/her be provided for the public to use… this effort was the benchmark for poems written in October 2025… 😉

On the Bench

On a grey day, sitting on a fading-memorial bench,

The poet, momentarily lost in melancholy thought,

Wondered if from cedar, teak or oak it might be wrought

And from which garden-shop it had been bought?

“One day…” (his maudlin’ inner-dialogue maintained)

“…perhaps there’ll be a bench in memory of me,

On which old folks, for brief respite, may stop to rest

And some might even bring, and read, a book of poetry.

Whilst one of Keats’ or Wordsworth’s would be fine

Or even something somewhat more contemporary,

Truth be told, I rather hope it might be one of mine.

And should such a vain hope yet come to be

Then I’m quite sure my bench will do its level best

To prove some comfort for those posteriors of posterity”

Tagged poem, poetry, rhymes

on the bench

On the Bench