Poetry Blog by Martin Elder
Winters past
There were winters past
When we walked across
Paths and tracks with mac’s
And coats that floated in harsh torn winters gale
Upon fields of white stalked green
Steady crisp crunching footsteps
Marked our trail
On crushed even grass
Trying to avoid the rutted tractor tyre puddles
Of snarking bracken waters splash
Laughing over bootfulls of over eager tread
Of h...
Friday 1st February 2019 7:22 pm
Another hot night
It’s another hotshot night in the Steaming town
Of screaming wailing sirens
Crowned with singing and dancing
Pumping thumping music coloured lights
Among the daily dilly dally splashing of flower laden heights
bathing in the fountain
washed in freezing frothy folly filled pints
And shots with shouts
Of she’s just another
Among the glut of burning talent
Who strut the ...
Friday 11th January 2019 10:35 pm
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