by Tricia Lucas-Clarke | Oct 30, 2012 | Poetry
I walk alone along the street Faces blur, I just see feet As I push my way out through the crowd I’m not here, I’m falling down Breathing out, breathing in Dark and black through my head spin. I walk alone full of despair Some people turn, some people stare No-one can...
by Tricia Lucas-Clarke | Nov 6, 2011 | Poetry
Silently waiting, rifle in hand Observing the enemy; like ants in the sand Lowering the sights, no time for regrets Distant gun fire; how many are left Injured or dying Exhausted, bereft? Remnants of war we must never forget.
by Tricia Lucas-Clarke | Nov 6, 2011 | Poetry
Did you see the old man selling poppies, when you went out today A symbol to remind us of the men who went away Have you ever seen a poppy, standing proud and tall Once picked it quickly wilts and the petals start to fall Did you stop and buy a poppy, or turn and walk...
by Tricia Lucas-Clarke | Nov 6, 2011 | Poetry
Standing by a tree, rifle on hip Leaves red and yellow like a Viking ship Watching from the shadows, a poachers eye Silently waiting as phantoms glide by A noise, just a bird on the forest floor Preening and dancing like Madame Pompadour. Footsteps follow a distant...