by Chris Green | Jul 24, 2006 | Poetry
Definition of despair: Someone’s mind beyond repair? A wilful creak on the stair And a fly trapped in a spider’s lair, Torments of the child – alone With the angry ringing telephone, Echoes crash from the mockery stone: Nanny’s voice in the...
by Chris Green | Jul 24, 2006 | Poetry
Along the road outside, petrol-driven demons Demonstrate their wills; hurtling sermons To some modern, mechanical Hell. Fire and Damnation may delve and dwell In ‘Priestley’ minds, but God Cars career To some greater, better Hell, we hear. Faster, faster,...
by Chris Green | Jul 24, 2006 | Poetry
Painkillers and poetry – they don’t mix – Pop-a-pill – kill-a-pain – take-a-fix. Look at the air, dead and dull, mumble, “My dear, please, please don’t fumble!” Fetch me a book of words today, Let me read from...
by Chris Green | Jul 24, 2006 | Poetry
“When the food ran out grandma left us. I remember the dry croak of her voice, her eyes and that last look – she touched each of us lightly on the head and cradled ma’s head tight. I remember that she said she was ‘just going to meet some old...
by Chris Green | Jul 24, 2006 | Poetry
Scents and sounds flow from the little cottage, airs and tunes charge the atmospheric guage, and whispers of smoke stray and assuage weathered thatch and chimney’s heritage. The red-sandstone building blocks on the moor; a boot-trodden stone step protects the...
