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Wild Geese
While I’ve been working on a local oral history project, (interrupted by the Covid pandemic), my own stuff has been put on hold a little. But now …
Wild Geese
from my poetry blog
Numbers
Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number –
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you –
Ye are many – they are few
The Mask of Anarchy, Percy Bysshe Shelley
The old get old
And the young get stronger
May take a week
And it may take longer
They got the guns
But we got the numbers
Five To One, James Douglas Morrison
Disclaimer: I’m not advocating anything. It was just that reading the words of one young poet reminded me of the lines of another.
The Kids Are In
I checked up on two of my children today when I was in the library.
It’s not often they’re both in at the same time, which I guess is a good thing.
The Summer’s Bronzed
from my poetry blog
The Summer’s Bronzed
Chemical
from my poetry blog
Chemical
The Peace Of Wild Things
A few of my fellow bloggers have chosen poems to mark National Poetry Month, which falls in April, and so to take part I’ve chosen the title poem of a collection that I’m currently reading.
It describes the kind of refuge that I often seek.
from Early Days
This is a glimpse of part of a longer poem that I’m writing for a new collection. The poem’s title is likely to change.
from Early Days
from my poetry blog
Ukraine
from my poetry blog
Ukraine
Age Casually
from my poetry blog
Age Casually
City Jackdaw 