by Chris Green | Feb 8, 2011 | Poetry
Deeply reflective waters watched from behind bars of modern steel, set, strong and deep in old stone. Old, black pollution pocks and pits the window; classless as any dead thing, eyeless, yet beautifying. Fanciful escapes, you may say, a noble castle and a mobile...
by Chris Green | Feb 8, 2011 | Poetry
“Its all for the public good,” they all allege, “Read these, our words, watch and hear our pledge – Information for all our commuters,” These granite words pour from their computers. Sell more sheets of the public tabloid press, Lies, nonsense and rubbish with no...
by Chris Green | Apr 13, 2010 | Poetry
Ma might but Da won’t! “Reconstituted tar!” “Arse gravy!” “Gearbox grease!” “Ships’ bottom anti-fouling!” Marmite, Marmite, my delight; Frightfully black and sharp; Laidback zinc, thickly salty, Blackly-inky,...
by Chris Green | Apr 13, 2010 | Poetry
I Chrysanthemum in pink-sleeved petals, green leaves cushioning; framing.
by Chris Green | Apr 13, 2010 | Poetry
Iambic Hexameters by pole, perch & rood we balanced and stood on the six foot line. Strongly stressed Iambic Pentameters start blankly from the page echoing through the hall of stress syllable meters.
