"ah, shut up"
my son to a baby
mother looks daggers
Composed: Stockport, 4th September 2002
Unpublished
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Tuesday, 17 January 2012
Thursday, 4 August 2011
Waiting
WAITING
a solo alphenga
always the long wait
to see the doctor
at the eye clinic
blue flowers in a vase
starting to wilt
caught short
the little girl squirms
her mother looks cross
dreading the needle
middle-aged man shivers
early morning
terrier barks furiously
at approaching milkman
fog-bound passengers
phoning their loved ones
gulls wheel
behind the cruise liner
expecting scraps
holy mountain
hell for climbers
in the gallery
next to the nude
a portrait of mary
january sales —
city traffic gridlocks
kicking the habit
ex-smoker spits out
chewed up pencil ends
licking his lips
at the bride’s first meal
master cueman
escapes the snooker
and pots another red
neon lights flashing
above the bordello
only one customer
enters the doors —
the pub with no beer
preparing for her night’s work
the stripper gets all dressed up
querying the bill
angry diner swallows
the torn-up pieces
resolving the argument
in adjacent beds
stuck in the quicksand
tractors and ladders
work against the tide
tempted by salesman’s offer
her nest egg cracked open
under lock and key
his collection
of used underwear
vacuuming the carpet
her latest fetish
winter storms forcast
they struggle with tarpaulins
to cover the boat
xeroxing the plans
for the christmas party
yellow crocuses
emerge early —
frostless New Year
zealously guarding
his innermost thoughts
© Gerald England
Composed: Stockport, 27th January 1998
Publications
1998 Still(Internet)
1998 Thorny Locust (USA)
a solo alphenga
always the long wait
to see the doctor
at the eye clinic
blue flowers in a vase
starting to wilt
caught short
the little girl squirms
her mother looks cross
dreading the needle
middle-aged man shivers
early morning
terrier barks furiously
at approaching milkman
fog-bound passengers
phoning their loved ones
gulls wheel
behind the cruise liner
expecting scraps
holy mountain
hell for climbers
in the gallery
next to the nude
a portrait of mary
january sales —
city traffic gridlocks
kicking the habit
ex-smoker spits out
chewed up pencil ends
licking his lips
at the bride’s first meal
master cueman
escapes the snooker
and pots another red
neon lights flashing
above the bordello
only one customer
enters the doors —
the pub with no beer
preparing for her night’s work
the stripper gets all dressed up
querying the bill
angry diner swallows
the torn-up pieces
resolving the argument
in adjacent beds
stuck in the quicksand
tractors and ladders
work against the tide
tempted by salesman’s offer
her nest egg cracked open
under lock and key
his collection
of used underwear
vacuuming the carpet
her latest fetish
winter storms forcast
they struggle with tarpaulins
to cover the boat
xeroxing the plans
for the christmas party
yellow crocuses
emerge early —
frostless New Year
zealously guarding
his innermost thoughts
© Gerald England
Composed: Stockport, 27th January 1998
Publications
1998 Still(Internet)
1998 Thorny Locust (USA)
Tuesday, 2 August 2011
The Uncalm
THE UNCALM
as sky and moor merge
the distinction
between
hillside and cloud
blurs
we are waiting
wondering
just when the wind will
drop
and the snow
fall
shivering
anticipating
we hurry
to complete chores
hoping soon
to get back
to the safety
of home fires
there we wall ourselves
in
from winter’s
desolate whiteness
© Gerald England
Composed: Stockport, 17th December 1997
Publication
1998 The Endless Mountains Review (USA)
as sky and moor merge
the distinction
between
hillside and cloud
blurs
we are waiting
wondering
just when the wind will
drop
and the snow
fall
shivering
anticipating
we hurry
to complete chores
hoping soon
to get back
to the safety
of home fires
there we wall ourselves
in
from winter’s
desolate whiteness
© Gerald England
Composed: Stockport, 17th December 1997
Publication
1998 The Endless Mountains Review (USA)
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