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LOVE IN A LOCKDOWN

LOVE IN A LOCKDOWN

 

Love in a lockdown intense and obsessed

Anxious at first then gradually stronger,

Fighting back fear, wondering how much longer,

Love in a lockdown unstable, undressed.

 

Love in a lockdown longs to be released

Makes resolutions, wants to try harder,

Yearning for freedom to travel further,

Love in a lockdown confined and compressed.

 

Love i...

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David Subacchi.Welsh PoetryPoets & Performance PoetryWelsh Poetry

THE COLLECTOR

THE COLLECTOR

 

Thou shalt pass the plate of brass

With felt to deaden the ring of coins

Or take the collection

In bag of leather or bowl of wood

Remembering to avert thine eyes

At the widows mite

And the rich man’s notes.

 

Thou shalt wear a smile

Of indifference

Even unto those who turn their heads

Or pass the parcel quickly to their neighbour

Or over th...

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Liverpool poetryWelsh PoetryWelsh Poets.David Subacchi

A MAN HOLDING HIS HORSE

 

   

    A MAN HOLDING HIS HORSE

 

    Poor Dai never got the hang of it,

    At school in our first lesson

    On art appreciation

    We studied

    'A Man Holding His Horse'

    By George Stubbs.

   

    The teacher issued us

    With notebooks

    In which to record

    Feelings and impressions

    Arising from the painting.

   

    Dai wrote...

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poetryWALESWelsh PoetryWelsh Poets.David Subacchi

ILLUSION

 

 ILLUSION

 

 Just for a while

 The feel of summer,

 Fields of sunflowers,

 Light dazzling,

 Heat caressing,

 France not Cheshire

 Kind of summer.

 

 Smell of lusty earth,

 Taste of young wine

 That won't travel,

 Freshness of fruit

 And vegetables,

 Proudly displayed

 On market stalls.

 

 Just for a while

 The illusion of summer,

 Ou...

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David SubacchipoetryWelsh Poetry

BANER GLYNDWR

BANER GLYNDWR

 

Steel the gauntlet

Sharp the blade

Hot the conflict

Fierce the raid.

 

From the mountains

We came down

Barred their passage

To each town.

 

Fired our arrows

Flung our spears

Red their faces

Bloody tears.

 

Drove them far

From our land

We fought bravely

Hand to hand.

 

Baner Glyndwr

Owain’s flag

Flying now

Fr...

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David Subacchiowain glyndwrWelsh Poetry

BETWEEN TWO STONES

 

 BETWEEN TWO STONES

 

 Horses raced here

 Until the railway

 Cut the field in half

 Between two stones

 And a third

 No longer standing.

 

 The first excavation

 Proved this to be true

 From the clay pipes

 And wine bottles

 Now cleaned

 And catalogued.

 

 More recent surveys

 Using methods

 Geophysical

 Indicated the presence

 Of se...

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AberystwythDavid SubacchipoetryWelsh Poetry

GEORGE MARTIN

GEORGE MARTIN

 

 Some of us never get to feel it

 That magical moment

 When you hit the ball just right

 Or that high note

 The one that shatters glass.

 

 And we never experience

 The thrill of discovery

 As Lord Carnarvon

 Staring into history

 At the tomb of Tutankhamun.

 

 But you had more than your share

 Though you never looked for it

 They say...

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David SubacchiLiverpool poetrypoetryWelsh Poetry

1916

 

 1916

 

 What moved them to throw caution to the wind

 To break out of committee room and bar

 Ignoring those who warned this was too far

 Those who later condemned and said they'd sinned

 What fearsome lightning their resolve confirmed

 To face artillery and armoured car

 What deafening thunder what shooting star

 Incited rebellion, what fire that burned

 In bra...

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David Subacchiirish poetryLiverpool poetryWelsh PoetryWelsh Poets

MY FATHER'S WATCH

   MY FATHER’S WATCH

Almost a year after he died
I’m wearing my father’s watch
Automatic, Swiss, 1947
I looked it up on line
The local old fashioned jeweller
Says it’s a very nice watch
Leave it alone, don’t mess with it
Just wear it all the time
It has old fashioned ways
A turn before bed, another
In the morning and one
Just about midday
Although automatic
It needs the attention
...

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David SubacchiItalyLiverpool poetryWelsh Poetry

HEART OF WALES


HEART OF WALES

Early morning leisure centre
Fresh from the pool
Hospital doctors huddle
Discussing surgical problems
And financial investments

A receptionist smiles
Refusing politely
To disclose the code
For free Wi-Fi. She says
It is for staff only

I buy a cup of tea
After ringing a brass bell
To summon service
Feel time pumping slowly
Through the heart of Wales.

 

Da...

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David Subacchi.Welsh PoetryWalesWelsh Poetry

NOT REALLY A STRANGER

 NOT REALLY A STRANGER

I don't know what the right term is
For this kind of tide
It is high but not stormy
Grey flecked with white
Slightly misty, bad tempered
I get the feeling it would like
To burst through the walls
And drown me quietly.

I stare through the windows
Of a seafront bistro
Designed to show the bay
At its best to visitors
But the waves are not playing
It is only ju...

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AberystwythDavid SubacchiWelsh Poetry

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