Friday 29th August I set off to see the last ever live performance of UK doom legends My Silent Wake. It was taking place the following day at the One For Sorrow festival @ the Junction, Plymouth.
Let us go
Hand in hand
Around halls
Warm in winter
Sheltered in summer
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The child screaming in the block of public toilets
Echoes just like the children loaded into APCs
At the village where Willard meets Kilgore
The toilets much like the Americans care
Seeming to offer help from afar
But demanding their twenty pence worth
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What kind of mic do you have?
He asked when his name was called
As he lifted from the floor
A large metal briefcase
That he placed on the bar
Opened with a double click
As each of the latches got released
Lifting the lid an array Continue reading
Have you ever dreamt
That someone dead
Never really died
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Poetry on the subject of value, age and perception.
With thanks to Jude K. S. for use of the header image; and likewise to Heather Green for the backing image used on Instagram (licensing).
People laughed
Because the pages
Were yellow with age
What you want to keep
That pad for?
They’d always say
Never realising
That what the paper
Carried in the curvy
Writing of a hand
Would be lost forever
So couldn’t be just
Thrown away
Even the idea
Terminology used
To describe casting aside
Was so beneath that
Contained inside
Thanks for reading 🙂
N. P. Ryan
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An absurdity of words.
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Poetry without comment beyond thanks to Sincerely Media for use of the header image.
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