Poetry Blog by Mal Foster
tony sheridan on Something I Wrote (Thu, 20 Dec 2012 07:55 pm)
tony sheridan on A Summer of Adolescence (Thu, 20 Dec 2012 07:48 pm)
stella jones on In Qala (Wed, 22 Aug 2012 10:55 am)
In Qala (pronounced Ala)
I stopped opposite the steps
of the ancient church.
Time to chill, relax
take in some sun,
some local beer.
The smell of Gozitan cuisine
wafting on the promise
of a reasonably priced menu.
The lady who runs the place
leaning through the hatch in the door
explaining her purpose.
Tuesday 21st August 2012 10:48 am
As children we came up here
pretending to be soldiers with our
green plastic helmets and long sticks.
We built a camp beneath the trees,
dug down into a hovel and covered it
with corrugated iron that had been
dumped in a skip.
We lived here that whole summer.
Holed up, waiting for an invisible enemy
or other kids on bikes.
Near the end o...
Tuesday 21st August 2012 10:12 am
Something I wrote
was for you
torn between the tears,
I wrote it in despair
I find your answer
in a bottom drawer.
I read it through
some eight or nine years now
at the end of each paragraph.
Thursday 16th August 2012 7:07 pm