Poetry Blog by Ged Thompson
Frances Macaulay Forde on Candlelit (Fri, 22 Mar 2019 02:20 pm)
I’m not all sunsets and pan pipes - I’ll be drumbeats and thunder too
I’m sometimes more cataclysm than shooting star - sometimes less happy than being blue
I’m the archetype of a pessimist but also the joker that made him smile
I’m the vibrancy of a summer’s day and the stab of misguided guile
I’m the grit that fell in the Vaseline and the tongue that licked it clean
I’m the s...
Saturday 3rd October 2020 12:57 pm
Are you cursing your fatness or hating your thin
Are you holding your breath ‘til your life can begin
Do you want for more money, or wish to be younger
Did you forget to say grace while tongue-tied by hunger
Could your lifestyle be better, was your childhood messed up
When your glass was half empty did you go steal a cup
Does the sun shine too bright, does the moon seem too ...
Saturday 3rd October 2020 12:41 pm
I love you like an atheist makes the sign of the cross; out of reflex, with no real hope of finding salvation or heaven.
I watch you like I’m a firefly trapped in a jar, sometimes envying the finality of the moth that was free enough to find its own flame to ride into peace.
I find you in the lines of love stories, the clink of a knife upon a glass, in proclamations left unsai...
Saturday 27th June 2020 3:39 pm