by Chris Green | Jul 24, 2006 | Poetry
Now Winter has ceased its icyed voice here, afresh, Spring starts the Seasonal New Year. The snow lingers on the higher ground, while lower, crocuses are to be found. Animal life seems to halt in mid-stride, waiting, like many-a-groom for his bride. Expectant silence...
by Chris Green | Jul 24, 2006 | Poetry
A child’s screeched retort, distorted by young sport childrens’ swarming transport in the car-harbour port. Loud-voiced anger rebounds, tantrum-tempered sounds echo ‘midst summer’s day. Afternoon’s angered play beneath the hot sun’s...
by Chris Green | Jul 24, 2006 | Poetry
Water bumbling by as canalboats ply their trade of leisure, giving man pleasure. The dog barks – A dandelion on the lock, its head a feathery white flock spread ready to catch a wind and fly like ‘waifery’ spind. The dog barks – A gnome in mad...
by Chris Green | Jul 24, 2006 | Poetry
The rain falls: Humour and laughter are frail flowers, generous with their scent – easy to destroy; If I feel sad – I draw upon the hours and remember the flowers’ scented joy; I hide my face in the petals’ favours, but carry, in my heart, the...
by Chris Green | Jul 24, 2006 | Poetry
The sun-warmed smell of turpentine pine in the late afternoon to dusk sunshine. Four eider ducks are nestled together, rustling their feathers, beside the river. Riots of sunbeams scatter their warm light to catch the airy, flowing swallow’s flight. A red...
