A Sonnet On The Harbourside
Outside, upon the paved ‘n railing-ringed walk – sheltered – way, where Sunday patrons sit, the sun, through th’river’s auld reflection sings on th’wooden slats below the Cascade Steps.
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Under The Shelter Of St. Nick’s
The wind-waves ferry only onward th’scents of wawtry wood and th’smells of rainswept stone.
I Wrote A Poem While I Waited Out The Rain
Under the patchwork canopy that catches falling rain…
These Auld Graffitied Walls: extracts from The Ballad Of Stokes Croft
Nurtured’s the roots of grass that grows again.
Electrically-Amplified & Clear: extracts from The Ballad Of Stokes Croft
As the sunlight stole away, the counter-culture quarter lit the dusk.
Islands Of Debris: extracts from The Ballad Of Stokes Croft
Waves of ways of making artwork from life. Scores of sounds – electronic, acoustic. Walls sprayed with all kinds of colours – dark, bright. Generations giving new life to it.
Rhythm-Only Song: extracts from The Ballad Of Stokes Croft
“I thought we should sit ‘round, relate our stories, friend to friend. We each know something of this place. Let’s share it, this night, face to face.”
The Voice That Searched My Memories: extracts from The Floating Harbour
Now riddle it with chaos: muddied fury lit by mob-borne flame.
This Room, This City, This World: extracts from The Floating Harbour
“Change is the only thing. It’s the only thing there is.”
william altoft 