IRONY by Barrie Purnell

Has Barrie captured the essence of the greatest irony?


They say opposites attract
So we should have been alright.
You loved the dark, I loved the light.

You loved rock and roll, I loved jazz,
You loved late night parties, I loved bed,
You loved Poldark, I loved Father Ted.

You loved to read, I loved writing,
You loved the heat, I loved the cold,
You loved the new, I loved the old.

You were vegetarian, I loved steak,
You loved the sun, I loved the snow,
You loved the TV, I loved the radio.

But we were both self-centered,
and loved ourselves,
Much more than anything else.
Ironic isn’t it
that the only thing we had in common
Was the one thing that destroyed us?

IRONIC RESCUE by Pete Brammer

Pete’s piece triggered by ‘irony/ironic’


Down Carby Wood, in a rickety old shed,
Lived a hermit type tramp, by name of Ned,
“Don’t let your kids, go anywhere near”,
Parents would advise, instilling fear.

Stories tell of horrific events,
Time with the devil, he’d often sent,
Pointed horns, growing from his head,
As night draws in, he meets the dead.

Some say that he, himself had died,
Before eviction from the other side,
Too evil whilst in Heaven, they tell,
That sent him, on his way to Hell.

Things changed, as nature did its worst,
When the dam above, the village burst,
Its school was soon engulfed in mud,
Carried by, the terrible flood.

But then a crying girl was seen,
A little child in early teens,
High upon a telegraph pole,
Terrified, the poor little soul.

Emergency services had arrived on scene,
So deadly quiet, not a cry or scream.
Just the sound of that rushing tide,
Carrying bodies that, had sadly died.

Suddenly a figure, on a door, appeared,
Riding the flood, as onlookers cheered,
A voice cried out, “It’s Hermit Sam,
Oh my God, what’s his plan.”

Leaning left, then leaning right,
Clinging on with all his might,
Like on a surf board on the sea,
Negotiating, every tree.

Passing the girl, he grabbed her arm,
From the people watching, cries of alarm,
But soon those cries, turned into cheers,
As one or two, were shedding tears.

From out of all that terrible woe,
It seems they had, a new hero,
Quite ironic, you might say,
For he was a villain, just yesterday.


Metally by Michael Keeble

Michael’s response to the trigger ‘Irony’

Metally by Michael Keeble

If it’s hard and it goes rusty and it came from out the ground,
And its ore is kind of reddy in the earth from where it’s found,
When you add it to some coally stuff and suddenly it’s steel,
And in metal terms it’s softy but it’s hard to touch and feel,
Then it seems to be most likely or at least it does to me,
Describing it most fully is to call it irony.