Poetry Blog by Tim Ellis
GERARD YOU ARE!!”
Not the most astute critique, I know,
but we were just fifteen. The Pink Floyd song
would volley from the mouths of my home gang
every time a panda car rolled slow
to cast a cagey eye on us then slew
away from those street corners where we’d hang,
and mumbling some Prog Rock lyrics wrong
summed all the in...
Wednesday 8th July 2020 10:37 am
The sun was filtering through a gauze of green
and ripples of lustre rolled pearl-like over moss
as if her path lay deep beneath the sea.
The branches overhead
seemed polished with a gloss
that flung each iridescent spark of light
ricocheting sideways, bud to bud,
before they sprinkled, sharp and diamond white,
to soak into the vibrant
forest’s spongy bed.
Sunday 31st May 2020 9:34 am
Anemones frizzled sparks beneath the trees
and bluebells rippled lakesides in the glades
the day Amelia Hamilton first breezed
into the woodland camp
sequestered in the shade.
Although no one had seen her face before
they felt she had been born to live among them.
Willing to muck-in with all the chores
the new recruit soon proved
more expert than the young men.
Sunday 24th May 2020 10:17 am
The night Amelia Hamilton was born
the caravan was battered by a gale.
Her mother gripped the drop-down bed and scorned
the father who was now
a thousand miles away.
The caravan site owner made it clear
that babies have to pay their rent as well
so young Amelia passed the next ten years
in custody of Gran
where none would wish to dwell.
Daily beatings, sma...
Thursday 14th May 2020 8:44 am