by John A Silkstone | Jul 21, 2007 | Poetry
Some write about the glory of war How euphoric it can be They charged into the Valley of Death The foe they could not see Then with a roar like thunder They’re torn limb from limb Screaming men and horses It’s all a terrible sin. War shouldn’t be portrayed As a great...
by John A Silkstone | Jul 21, 2007 | Poetry
WORDS Words are beautiful, They traverse a virgin page Like water cascading over pebbles in a stream, Each chosen for its elegance, Mimicking precious gems in a necklace
by John A Silkstone | Jul 21, 2007 | Poetry
Suspended on a fine silk thread Akin to an old withered leaf. A pendulum in the haze Seconds extend to eternity The chrysalis opens Dark eyes Scan the vista below Head rotates Jaws enlarge the opening One leg follows another To explore the outer casing Finding...
by John A Silkstone | Jul 21, 2007 | Poetry
I went to see that man today, The one others can’t abide, Sitting me down in a big comfy chair He asked me to “Open Wide.” While I sat listening to Radio Two, He was poking around inside. He uttered and muttered whistled and haaaad, Until he was quiet tongue-tied....
by John A Silkstone | Jul 7, 2007 | Poetry
Remember Ulverston? You and I, hand in hand Like teen-age lovers in mid-fifties bodies. Pewter coloured clouds sprinkled their confetti. We didn’t care, not you and I. The ancient market square, Encompassed in old buildings and new shops. Its quaint museum, with...
