Category Archives: Poetry

Heathland

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

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Brexit Gets Harder

By: Lydia Crow   Brexit gets harder As the Spanish Armada Scratch heads, befuddled.

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Punching Nazis (or, ‘Sorry Mum, It’s Hard To Know What’s Right Anymore’)

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

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Inauguration Week

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.

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Franchise Success

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

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Sunday, Around Midday (2)

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

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Nothing

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

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Saturday Morning (1)

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

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The Glass Tree

By: Lydia Crow   Originally written for: 2011 Trees for Life Charity Exhibition.   I saw it once, a fleeting glimpse, With my dreaming eyes; Its slender branches beckoning, Reaching for the skies. I stood there in the flickering dusk, … Continue reading

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Song of the Trees

By: Lydia Crow   Originally written for: 2011 Trees for Life Charity Exhibition.   Whish, whish, Embla, Embla, Echo in the night. Màthair, màthair, whaa, whaa, Shades of dark and light. Thalla whither, thalla whither, Whisper loud and long. Tawasentha, … Continue reading

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