Category Archives: Poetry

The comfort of eternity In darkness. Neverending rest. Unconscious to the fire, the cries, The coldness of a silent breast. The simple bliss of ignorance We treasured. Which we now describe And measure in the poetry Of pleasures it would … Continue reading →

In his arms, a rabbit Twitches like a time bomb. In his eyes, unreason. In the air, astriction. I have trouble breathing. Bosnians are herded, Stalked by Serbs. Today’s dogs. Worse behaved. Not a job. History said, “It’s time.” The … Continue reading →

End of the Summer Autumn has come early: Drawing clouds like curtains; Saying, in chilly winds, “Too late”; imposing rain. We slip off up the hill, Admire ignorant sheep And watch a raven fall. I stumble over rocks And think … Continue reading →

Freedom Each morning is a shock. I wake alarmed and watch The birds fly lazily. It is a blessed day. A blessed day for me. Prayer Requests Pray for me, Father. Pray for us. Pray for our bullets and our … Continue reading →

We are not truly brave. Not yet. Around the graves, We gather up the leaves And let ourselves believe In good orderly death. Savouring Beckett’s breath We think are the trees, Which quaver in the breeze.

Someone wrapped lights around the trees To make the streets more beautiful For tourists relishing their weeks And lovers savouring their lives. Now, like hopeful, pathetic kids In the red glare of police cars, They shine with feeble innocence And … Continue reading →

Summer is almost as its peak. The air is warm, and fresh, and clear. Outside the bar we sit, and speak, And laugh, and sip our pints of beer, And talk about our future plans, And where we want to … Continue reading →

Maybe I should visit Paris. Potter up the Champs-Élysées. Marvel at King Louis’ palace. Drink wine in an outside cafe. Maybe I should visit London. Wander round Westminster Abbey. Take a shopping tour of Camden. Hitch a ride with a … Continue reading →

It fucks us up, our DNA. That is the sad but honest truth. It makes our hair turn thin and grey And sends our lipids through the roof. It makes maths lessons wearisome, And gives us dreadful allergies It tortures … Continue reading →