The explosion
Lifts and shoots
In the light grey
Of the morning sky
A flock of gulls
Fragments
I watch the fluttering
Feathers fall.
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Hunger, Poverty and The Working Class as Slave Labor
via THE BeZINE, Vol. 4, Issue 2: Hunger, Poverty and The Working Class as Slave Labor
Really pleased to have two poems published in this very special edition of the Bezine amongst such great other contributors!
SOS from the frontier
Forty years of denial, obstruction and frustration.
Our lives are brief, a mere fluttering in time.
So open the door wide and let the light in!
Excerpt from SOS from the Frontier.
Published in Rob Cullen’s poetry collection “Uncertain Times” 2016 Octavo.
Coronation Day 2nd June 1953
Thundering and lightning crackled without warning in clear blue skies
the silenced old gods and wise men left only indentations, remembrances
Of psalms and words in the places they’d once stood in so many guises.
In the tall aspen trees above the school yard Jackdaws turned into blackness
©RobCullen2017
Beachcombing
Downside
Downside – daylight
breaking through
to the underside
Bridge
Not meant to be seen
the scene
not viewed either
underside
