by Richard Gildea | Jan 15, 2015 | Poetry
At night the sight fair takes your breath away Tis ‘Albert’s Bridge’ as titled long ago Tho oft repaired (resulting from survey) Fragility creates its own tableau A tremble was detected ‘twixt four piers When overuse did take its toll (both ends) With redesign...
by Richard Gildea | Jan 15, 2015 | Poetry
Will we remember life, when passing on? Or does it mark the end of conscious thought I’ve often pondered friends (now sadly gone) Through ‘Prayer and Plea’ (such answers have I sought) Do they perceive existence as lived out? Awareness of our each and every move...
by Richard Gildea | Dec 30, 2014 | Poetry
Beyond the lapping reach of watermark I stroll’d upon the sands and scrunch’d my toes Where flotsam chose this morn to disembark In ridding self from life of ebbs and flows I chanced to see a shape which shipped ashore From whence it came, one can but only dream...
by Richard Gildea | Dec 26, 2014 | Stories
Dateline: Weekend prior to Christmas 1971 Place: Royal Engineers Regiment – ‘Assaye Barracks’ Nienburg – West Germany I had occasion between “Rufty Tufty” assignments overseas, to rest my weary bones (upon my Army issue steel framed bed). This was one such time,...
by Richard Gildea | Dec 22, 2014 | Poetry
Bereft of friends and neighbours to enquire How cruel is life when left to linger on In huddled form; stoked embers for a fire With scuttle short of coal (to put upon) Alone she sits and dreams of days gone by Of gatherings with loved ones ‘round the tree Such joyful...
