A Stor Mo Chroi
My life and colour
When Gerald Fowler, the Minister for Education and his entourage emerged from the theatre it was a startling sight. The smoke of the rescue flare thrown into the theatre by a student had dyed his face and his white shirt a very bright pink and intended to show that he wasn’t a real socialist – he wasn’t red enough. The minister of education couldn’t hide his look of fury as the press took photographs. And he looked angrier as he caught the sound of a student laughing loudly.
(Short story excerpt)
Austerity
Austerity
I worked today
in green cargo shorts
cutting grass
in the orchard
Thoughts turned
to boyhood
and wearing short trousers
and chilblains
you never hear
of them these days
Or the blistering
pain of cold hands
fingers and feet
coming home
and sitting
with bowls
of warmed water.
Winters of such coldness
of fogs and days
of endless rain
and taking turns
hanging coats
near a coke stove
in the school room
and then snows
that fell in heaps
and weeks
of blackened
uneatable
vegetables
and crops frozen
in fields.
Good old days.
.
RAC
Tree hay forgotten
Coming Rain
I smell the coming rain
in the wind
I welcome its return
RAC
Money well spent?
Found art again!
Meaningless
This doesn’t mean what it says
It’s ridiculous of course
to even comment
on a crap design.
Meaningless.
Hidden
A hidden stream runs deep
through the soil under this town.
(excerpt Fay)
RAC
Fay
Walking through the park on Sunday
I noted a tree had been planted
to Ben Elkan but no mention of dear Fay
the husband is mentioned but the wife?
Ah I forgot that’s the way for wives
and women they become invisible.
(excerpt Fay)