The City
The city is a sea In the valley Of seven hills, And a library at its centre, By the gardens And their plants, And peace The centre of its gravity…. Continue Reading
Browsing Tag: poem
Great Britain
This is what Britain has become, Mired in 3 months of rain, With no promise of an end to it. There is no saying that the gods Are not involved… Continue Reading
Saint Gertrude
She is startled by reflectionsHer one eye doesn’t understand,By the light travelling along the wall,The spectre of full sight eluding her. In the dark, she sees figmentsThat aren’t a part… Continue Reading
27 – Sculptures
Sculptures.The now world, the new world,Assigns a commercial possibilityTo each anniversary,And not the precious metals of loveForged in the flames of time. The wood creaks under the passing of it…. Continue Reading
today we celebrate
today we celebratean accident of birththe discrimination of wealtha country that feeds its royals but not its needya distorted image of love with an agendathe gulf between the great unwashedand… Continue Reading