Cae’r Blaidd or ‘field of the wolf’. The last wolf died in this place but the hour of the wolf remains and the wolves call for us, call for you calling haunting us with their calling calling for us over and over again It is the time when we cross over as some […]
Cae’r Blaidd or ‘field of the wolf’.
Cover up
Nineteen ninety-two
he said “I’m thinking of ending it.
Haemophiliac, poisoned with cheap blood.
HIV positive, hooked on heroin.
I’m eighteen years old.
I have no future left.”
…
I still see your mother from time to time.
Always putting on that happy smile,
but she knows me.
I was the one who talked you through it,
and she lets the smile slip.
Sometimes tears fall;
she holds my arm then,
a brief re-assurance of a kind.
…
I still feel the anger,
with this continued deceit.
He was a ten-year-old,
a mascot to the older men,
who’d taken him under their wings.
To reassure him. Telling him they were a team.
But one by one they disappeared.
And he took heroin,
to numb the pain.
His grief, his loss, the uncertainty,
it was easy.
Drugs were everywhere.
It’s the story, behind the story.
So many lives destroyed.
So many dead in so many ways.
….
So when I meet you now,
you smile and nod.
I remember the challenge
you threw.
I look at your eyes
and smile too remembering.
…
But the lies still pile,
each one on top of another,
a mountain of them still grows.
And the cover up?
of the blood scandal?
Gathers.
Continues.
…
©robcullenauthor2018
Victor Jarra lest we forget
28 September 1932 – 15 September 1973 “The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, its indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it’s indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it’s indifference.” Elie Wiesel
Victor Jarra lest we forget
What’s the kindest thing someone has ever done for you?
Sat with me and reassured me while I suffered heart failure…waiting for an ambulance to arrive.
Voting for war
Rob CullenMar 15 So they’ve voted for our safety to go to warAnd the dead are walking the land once moreAnd the dead are standing again at the doorStanding there, looking, waiting once more They were the ones who went before to the warNow they’re standing waiting for the onesGoing where they’ve been so many […]
Voting for war
Old War Blanket
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And after the last Bumblebee flies… Who will remember them?
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And after the last Bumblebee flies… Who will remember them?
Supermarket meeting
Foto Rob Cullen first published 2016 in “Uncertain Times – Poetry & Photographs” ©RobCullen.
…
I came across her
you
my friend’s wife
his widow
in the supermarket lost isle
with your child
an unexpected meeting
your young daughter smiling
head down.
…
Not knowing what to say
I didn’t say I missed him.
But the emptiness was there.
…
©robcullen02122020.
I
I came across her
you
my friend’s wife
his widow
in the supermarket lost isle
with your child
an unexpected meeting
your young daughter smiling
head down.
Not knowing what to say
I didn’t say I missed him.
But the emptiness is there.
©robcullen02122020.
Eclipse watching – and an Ethiopian sunset came into mind with the railway tracks sinking and a man ahead of us diving into the lakes waters.
©robcullen 13102010
On a beach in Ardnamurchan, Scotland.
What’s a moment when a stranger completely restored your faith in people?
An old man collecting shellfish on a beach. He asked how I came to be there. Well I said it’s a long story. He replied I have the time. He looked out at the sea with pale blue eyes and so the story begins.
