Category Archives: Poetry
By: Lydia Crow What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to sit and stare. No time to sit before machines And stare at phones and tablet screens. No time to see the latest shows, … Continue reading
By: Lydia Crow A fire scorched the heath last night. A burst of flame cast a shadow as far as the eye could see; leaving a changed land in its wake. A numbing, a pause. But even as we … Continue reading
By: Lydia Crow Brexit gets harder As the Spanish Armada Scratch heads, befuddled.
By: Lydia Crow Do not resort to violence, You must learn to understand. Try to speak their language, Don’t draw lines across the sand. But when violence is their language, Inciting fear and hate, Interpretation falters, struggles; It’s too … Continue reading
By: Lydia Crow Amused disbelief, derision, horror. We mock the trumped-up man-child. Laughter turns to fear, and the newspapers threaten tears before bedtime. And now, just waiting. Heads bowed, they shake in horror at this brave new world.
By: Lydia Crow “Well I do declare,” Said the man in first with a bowler hat And a rigid smile like the Cheshire cat, “That this here train has got it right.” “I quite agree,” Said the businessman with … Continue reading
By: Patrick Walking back to my car, And suddenly the present, uninvited, emerges. It’s a cloudless, sunny day. I take in the birds, the cars, The voices of a couple of neighbours On the other side of the road. … Continue reading
By: Lydia Crow Nothing to say, nothing to give. Nothing to die, nothing to live. The tar of the greasepaint, the feather of time Scars my skin in this pit of lime. A moment in time, a pause in the … Continue reading
By: Patrick Today My world drags Like a bad movie. I stare at the murky surface of a cup of green tea For minutes on end, Without a thought in my mind. Yesterdays confuse and amuse. Today Is about … Continue reading