by Robert Carson | Oct 5, 2016 | Poetry
Unfathomed depths of primordial plate A kettle hole, a small Norse lake. Two adults, with a child, in an old sailing boat Out of the frame of Time they float. Those branches once would creak and bow, The hanging tree’s grown silent now. Fragmenta of a time long gone,...
by Robert Carson | Oct 5, 2016 | Poetry
The flower upon the window’s ledge Would wither as you lay in bed. Down from its eminence in the trees The heron tiptoes through the reeds. Kingfishers, the barking dogs, The Spinners Arms, the brewer’s still Towards the bridge beyond the hill The Caldew Valley, the...
by Robert Carson | Aug 30, 2016 | Poetry
Though, now, no longer flesh and bone Who lies unknown beneath this stone? What were your dreams and sorrows We may, now, never know Life changes with its fashions The years, thus, onward go, The sun then shone upon your face At Farlam Church, you sang God’ s praise....
by Robert Carson | Oct 9, 2013 | Poetry
On Castle Hill, the Romans kept watch Boasted of conquests, and battles once fought Worshipping their gods at their altars of stone Knowing in their hearts they would never go home. The family’s fortune would rise and would fall The Senhouses’ bed was lowered from the...
by Robert Carson | Aug 11, 2013 | Poetry
And who were you–a country girl A social butterfly or churl? On Brampton Ridge on a summer’s day For ever youthful you would stay. The artist was an earl, a Howard Whose talent at the easel flowered. Farmer’s daughter, the niece of an earl Who held the artist in her...
