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I saw
I saw
The flare of the gun
Against the setting sun
My baby's smiling face
I kept within a lonely space
My wife's hand in mine
For one final time
I saw
The blood from my chest
Sending my body to rest
The future I thought would be
Drift away to a blood red sea
The hands of Time slowly cease
Feeling a weary inner peace
I saw
...Monday 26th February 2024 12:04 pm
Two Years On - Poems on the War in Ukraine
As you may have seen on the News and Features page, I have compiled a selection of fifty poems to mark the second anniversary of Russia's invasion of Ukraine. Some of these poems will be familiar to regular contributors, but a number have not yet featured on the WOL blog.
This is a private print and not available for general sale, but I would be pleased to send a free PDF copy by e-mail to anyb...
Thursday 22nd February 2024 5:08 pm
Two Years On
Time, or what passes for time,
Is a culprit, most unkind,
Stealing what we find,
Emptying our mind.
Time should be the music
Which everybody plays,
Adding to our days
In unexpected ways.
But time is made of windows,
Shattered one by one in hate,
A commentary upon this state,
Where rescue parties come too late.
Time is the gun, time is the shell,
...Tuesday 20th February 2024 6:58 pm
Time Passes
‘Time passes,’ said the man at our table.
‘People want something new.’ I guess he’s right.
It's the prevailing theory round here.
‘The same old faces,’ opined another;
‘You know, Zelensky. Always wants money.’
And ‘here’ is anywhere, maybe everywhere.
Time passes. All of us know that feeling:
You turn a new page in a calendar
Or put away Christmas decorations.
At cricket...
Friday 16th February 2024 5:41 pm
Bad News
A morning to freeze the spirits.
As they shiver in hollowed times,
Workers stamp and spit used breath.
At the corner I see two men:
Their eyes wet from today’s bad news.
‘You can always tell,’ says my guide;
'They both had sons where it happened.'
I try to do an interview:
Get short shrift. Understandably.
As we leave, one of them calls out:
‘Poetry is dead. Art is dead...
Thursday 8th February 2024 8:17 am
The Closing Of The Red Sea
I saw the blood run down the walls
Within the children's tears
I heard the parliamentary halls
Resound with warring cheers
I felt the shock of bomb & gun
Within gasps of anticipation
I saw their prey run & run
From nation killing nation
I drew my scythe & licked my lips
A hefty load to swallow
I told the ferryman, he needed ships
For, they will b...
Wednesday 7th February 2024 6:48 pm
A Genesis?
The world keeps shouting
whilst, the quiet
sit in despair, witnessing
the mould & rot spread
Trying not to Inhale
greedy spores that rot hope
Exhaling a desperate, empty foreboding
‘Times they are a-changin’’
Echoes from an old radio somewhere
A white flag drifts past, stained red
We rub our eyes
But, there's fire in the sky
And death all around.
Sunday 4th February 2024 10:56 pm
Queues
We queued at the supermarket;
I saw that everyone was dead.
And yet they were still standing.
Out of defiance? Contempt?
Perhaps just out of habit.
We queued at the bakery,
And in the rows of cakes
We saw the faces of the fallen:
Unmoved, at last at peace.
We queued at the bus stop.
A passer-by called out to us
And we called back,
But no one was alive
...Saturday 3rd February 2024 8:48 am
Musée des Beaux Arts (January 2024)
The war’s cold exclusion has stripped out love.
Two years on, I stroll among the Bruegels;
The pictures dazzle in their joyless way,
Reflecting life’s treadmill of chores, horrors,
Its accommodations and its intrigues,
Its little stratagems for making do,
Not forgetting massacres and revenge.
I’ve read about the gas used at the front
To flush out choking soldiers marked for...
Wednesday 24th January 2024 6:59 am
Tunnel
You can spot the signs:
They talk of ‘hard-earned cash’,
And ‘putting our people first.’
We know what’s coming next:
‘Yes, the invasion was wrong,
But do we really….?’
Or, ‘why can’t they get together
And sort the whole thing out?’
Fatuous bewilderment
Is hardly an excuse.
It is so damned easy to say:
‘We expected some light
At the end of the tunnel’
When you...
Sunday 14th January 2024 8:07 am
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