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. Autumnal colours And all that stuff That poets manage to capture so elegantly: A tree…
Category: Poetry
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 being slow, Above all about being slow. Silence, time, solitude, All seem eternal, Like the…
Leave it there
By: Lydia Crow Leave it there, my love, Lest you disturb far more Than dust and bones And corpses of flies Who withered in the attic there During long, hot summers When the room’s dead air Was still and thick, Yet safe. Leave it there, my love, Lest you lie in bed Awake at night…
Modern Knights
By: Dr E.W. Gordon The padding was thick As he pulled his arms through, the straps were reassuringly snug Rippling his fingers, he felt the armour as it hugged every sinew He had a great sense of occasion, everything matched as piece by piece he was suited With each click he was fastened in…
A Recipe for Peace
By: Hugin The first fall of snowflakes in Winter, The soft warmth of the Summer sun, The first fruit to be picked in Autumn, The cobweb perfectly spun. The skipping firstborn lamb of the Spring, The first carol at Christmastide, The first note of a bird’s sweet love song, Winter’s first Snowdrop espied. The…
Lingering Shadows on the Beach
By: Hugin Where, in the day, the sand lies gold, At night there dwells a fear untold. When the clock strikes the midnight hour From the bell in St Mary’s tower, Fear the beach where the moonlight glows For quite what lies there, no one knows. By the lantern’s flickering light, I cannot see…
Prayer of a Captured Orkney Chieftain
By: Hugin That I should have half as much courage As the martyred saint whose bones now rest In the cathedral of cold red stone, Then I should feel to have done my best In the face of doom so imminent. That courage would aid my company, And then they should all take heart…
How quickly memories fade
By: Patrick How quickly memories fade: Neurons fired, then decayed. Once I looked into your eyes – They darted and dazzled Like fireflies. Now we’ve become strangers. Memories from a different life: A very brief past. Our weakness exposed When once we laughed. Ripped at the seam, Shattered remnants of a dream And everything that…
Navigator of the land
By: Amy Fearn Following you to the ends of the earth across mountains and fields; softly as you go. Stay the night in the forgotten forests and cook breakfast on the shore. Teaching the trades entwined from this beautiful land and telling tales of which remain in your heart. Following in the footsteps of…
The Drift
By: Patrick Calmness In a hectic world. The soft whisper Of slippers On the marble floor Is unrelenting. Twisted surgery scars, The creamy haze of stale cigars, A beer in a special glass, Splintered hearts In an ornamental vase. Step from scene to scene, Locked in that world for hours Until all that remains…