entry picture

The chairs are neatly circled

in the hollow of the hall 

hopeful helpful posters

hang un-read upon the wall


Three buses and a good walk

deliver Harry Richards here

he comes for tea and just to talk

he’s been coming now for years


He’ll wait a few more minutes

on the steps outside the door

though his heart is slowly sinking

each week he waits some more


He stacks un-sat-in plastic

and clears the cups away

heading home to loneliness

to end another day



◄ A gift from the people.....

An ungrateful wretch ►


Profile image

Wolfgar Miere

Tue 20th Dec 2016 09:10

Thanks Mike,

always appreciated.


Profile image


Tue 13th Dec 2016 01:40

I read your works and become ever greener in the way you write your prose David.

All good stuff blue.

Nice one.

Profile image

Wolfgar Miere

Wed 7th Dec 2016 22:36

Thanks Stu,

I'll take a look at Hinterland, thanks for the steer.


Profile image

Stu Buck

Wed 7th Dec 2016 12:43

clever stuff and wonderfully bleak.

i just thought of hinterland when i read this, have you ever seen it. brutal welsh detective-noir, i think you'd like it.

wholeheartedly agree with your view as well, even though it is so much easier to ignore it...

Profile image

Wolfgar Miere

Wed 7th Dec 2016 10:31

Thanks Ray,

its a very simple piece really.

As we are approaching Christmas with all the artificial "Good will to all men" engulfing us, I thought it apt to point to the terrible loneliness many feel at this time of year.

How easy it could be to make just one person feel not so alone.


Profile image


Tue 6th Dec 2016 22:22

A really good bleak account David, capturing the dire repetition like a thread of meaning fraying at the edges and slowly collapsing . Wonderful . I checked this one out on facebook and loved it equally then.


If you wish to post a comment you must login.

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message