Poetry Blogs (Ulysses)
Hannah Collins on TEA FOR ONE - today's govt. approved version of an old song (6 minutes ago)
She stole his soul
He gave his heart
What took him from his course
What gentle zephyr force
What brought him to the isle
What beauty did beguile
She sought his mind
He felt her tears
What held him to his aim
What subtle noble flame
What kept him on his deck
What held his lust in check
She tempted ...
Thursday 13th December 2018 3:57 pm
This poem is about growing old.
The City Shadowed
I cannot remember my name. And
where I came from. Or when I came here.
I am not from this place, this city, and
its silent people, its pale-vaulted sky,
its black shadow silhouettes
flickering lightly across blank walls.
Here the bar staff talk in lilting Irish
cadences, and look straight through you
Thursday 16th February 2017 5:39 am