Some Blank Verse, In Which I Indirectly State That The Sunlight Fills The Room
Now mourned’s the passing peace of night, its flight flown with the scorching licks of star-fire at its torn ‘n frayed heels.
Tag: poem
A Journey, Ubiquitous
‘Ray’byun camels c’lect their stores in sanded, varnished vista.
A Flow’r Upon A Grave
Shape ‘n send forw’d the currents riv’ring by! With your time-warped scraps the bed doth lie suffused!
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.
