A report came from a nearby flank that the enemy’s guns were on the move, ‘time to strike’ said our CO, ‘over the top tomorrow we shall go.’ A cold night in mid-November and still we managed warmth, our greatcoats spread out and buttoned together with others to make a vast blanket. Songs were keptContinue reading “the ones who were left”
Tag Archives: Time
Where the Sailboats Sing
When the roads rise with welcoming tides where the sailboats singwith parking meters and electric heaters above the tenement trimsas red brick surrounds the houses and all the people descendan early sun offers promise through the morning’s dincoming home to a brand new place where time has stood stillIn a muffled land we can seeContinue reading “Where the Sailboats Sing”
Chatterton – an ode
As high as a cloud wandering on Bristol’s towerForever will I sing his nameFruitfully brought me to his finest hourForever a great organ plays its painWill I go no more to St Mary Redcliffe?A fine repose now in a sea of modernityIn whose gothic ramparts held religious communitySang a song worth, ten men, when Chatterton’sContinue reading “Chatterton – an ode”
Wounding
We stood apart once but now we stand togetherOne mind with a beating heart, always and foreverNothing but the morning sun to shed light on dark dreamsSometimes when the air grows thin, when crops don’t grow, as mountains explode With heat and the waves rise with flow and lands envelop in ice and snowNo matterContinue reading “Wounding”
What Seemed Corporal
Wherefore does the wind blow? Whence did the season change? One more damned miss And I’ll be cast out this frame What light will lend to such myths of folklore when a candle is snuffed out? What god-fearing people once whispered around the golden flames of an open fire, instilling fear in younger generations toContinue reading “What Seemed Corporal”
Enter Positive
Enter positiveOmit negativeIn all of what you do Enter positiveAnd strip back realitySee good people for who they areLife is no tragedyTreasure them with open arms Into whiteEnter nightAre we ever to see the light? I spied from my circular window, oh so many years ago,A walk down a forest track, cradled with overhanging treesContinue reading “Enter Positive”
Parisian Poetry 