by Paddy Slevin | Dec 3, 2007 | Poetry
Aurora crept from cold dark night. To wash the hill with dull first light, And there arrayed, in shattered ranks, Were rusting hulks of burnt-out tanks. A vixen fox guides home her brood. The badger ceased his search for food. Pale blue replaced the streaks of grey,...
by Paddy Slevin | Dec 1, 2007 | Poetry
Elizabeth Mary Victoria Raynes, Lived near Old Windsor, a bit west of Staines. She was elegant, graceful, and always polite, And kept her house spotless, though money was tight. She worked in a teashop near Runnymede Isle, Serving poppy-seed cakes and sweet camomile....
by Paddy Slevin | Nov 28, 2007 | Poetry
I’m feeling blue, bogged down, bemired. My eyes are sore, my brain is tired Did those old scribes that I’ve admired Feel as I do, just, uninspired? Searching for some inspiration, I pass the local fire station. Of course! A caution to the nation. “Do not report false...
by Paddy Slevin | Nov 26, 2007 | Poetry
I went to a reading last Saturday week, Of poetry, prose and of verse. For the lass that I love is a poetry fan. Some things, I suppose, could be worse. The poet in charge was an odd-looking cove. With blue-tinted specs on his nose, And a pink chiffon scarf tied tight...
by Paddy Slevin | Nov 19, 2007 | Poetry
They’re coming home from Lashkar Gah, From Helmund’s plain and Kandahar. Those silent ranks of boys made men, Their names struck out with blackened pen I did not grudge our troops goodwill. I prayed them well and free from ill. But now they come from battles far, By...
