Poetry Blog by Stephen Gospage
It began when a man discovered a hole in his trousers.
A bullet, a burn, an assault? The police were baffled;
They had no answers, only theories.
A suspect was arrested, then released.
Discontent rumbled in the town.
The victim made a tearful public appeal.
Vigilante groups were mobilised.
Journalists probed, going door to door;
An on-line team led a large-scale e...
Tuesday 19th January 2021 6:26 pm
My perfect day
Begins imperfect, flawed,
Even downright miserable,
But becomes a little less so
With the passing of the hours,
Until the sentinels of sleep,
Calling from above their towers,
Say : 'This, in its unlikely way,
Has turned into your perfect day.'
Wednesday 13th January 2021 6:15 pm
We dash around and do
The things we should not do,
And then enjoy our fun
To countervail the pain
Of races we have run
And will run once again.
Friday 8th January 2021 5:29 pm
Somewhere out there exists a voice,
Distinctive and unique as yours,
Which shuns the norms of rise and fall
And spits out harsh staccato roars.
Though issued from another place,
It soon seeps through inside your skin,
And, once you bolt too late the doors,
Invades your conscience from within.
At first you notice minor traits:
You say things that you do not...
Monday 4th January 2021 5:38 pm
One dark Sunday afternoon in the gallery,
We watched the people stream out of the theatre.
I remember the men, identical,
All dressed in sharp, grey suits;
And one sparkling woman of a thousand kisses,
Trying, with inadequate translation,
To explain each one.
Sunday 3rd January 2021 5:35 pm