by Robert Carson | Oct 30, 2017 | Poetry
Those wrens that dart there by the tree Could there some deeper meaning be? An allusion that of some truth might seek Of some profound emotion speak. You think that fewer words would do (Was this composed for me, not you.) And, then, again the Muse might come And off...
by Robert Carson | Sep 26, 2017 | Poetry
A former officer and former soldier come every Friday to read names from the Book of Remembrance. ‘In honour of fallen comrades- Father, daughter, husband, son Remembered in perpetuum..’ While settling in your chosen seat your own devotions you would keep. As the...
by Robert Carson | Aug 22, 2017 | Poetry
Tattered flags speak of a time long past A coin into a deep well’s cast. That wish for happiness, whatever comes The wheel of fortune ever turns… Though words may be a hollow thing- Love’s promise -bounden by a ring. The Drum Tower where no drumrolls heard- The Crown...
by Robert Carson | Jul 31, 2017 | Poetry
These words were written in your praise No fireworks, no cannon, no trumpets’ blaze. Though like a queen upon her throne You’ll toast that happiness you’ve known. Though Life may cast a cloud or two Your friends were always there for you. And, come the Autumn of our...
by Robert Carson | Jun 27, 2017 | Poetry
Beyond that silence and that still A brumous mist descends the hill. Whose eulogy contains the line- ‘All are, in time, to dust confined?’ Abandoned like a rusting plough- Milton Hall’s a fading memory now. Although they were to privilege born Their cross lies...
