Uncertain Times – Poems & Photography by Rob Cullen in stock @Storyvillebooks

Re-edited and re-published complete wiith missing poem!

What people have said about “Uncertain Times” –

“This is an impressive first collection …. The poems have an easy strength and a directness that is strangely enchanting. Cullen most reminds me of Pablo Neruda not in style but sensibility. An apparent simplicity that is deceptively complex. There’s a lot going on here; love, loss, joy, work, family, trauma and the healing effects of nature. More like a selected poems than a debut, this is a rich, full and adroitly perceptive poetry that shows Cullen to be a quiet, strong and remarkable voice.”

Topher Mills, Poet.

“Your new “Uncertain Times” book is one of the best poetry books I have read – and read again – in a long time.

Peter Thabit Jones Poet. Editor The Seventh Quarry Swansea’s International Poetry Magazine. Playwright. Librettist.

On boxing day

     

foto©robcullen

On boxing day

walked out with you

to a special place

under dingy low cloud

as we walked listening

to a mistle thrush sing

from a Holly tree standing

in winter whitened marsh grass

in a swept out fire break.

And Erw Beddau lies desolated in the distance.

for my daughter the bravest soul I know.

©robcullen

Re-edited and republished!

“This is an impressive first collection …. The poems have an easy strength and a directness that is strangely enchanting. Cullen most reminds me of Pablo Neruda not in style but sensibility. An apparent simplicity that is deceptively complex. There’s a lot going on here; love, loss, joy, work, family, trauma and the healing effects of nature. More like a selected poems than a debut, this is a rich, full and adroitly perceptive poetry that shows Cullen to be a quiet, strong and remarkable voice.”

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Absence

Absence

Present absent lost.

He was here there

but parts were absent

lost on an Italian beach

amid 90 per cent casualties.

Locked in a camp

with one water faucet

and 7000 thirsty starving men

waiting for red cross parcels.

He never wore

his campaign medals

or marched

up and down

Saluting cenotaphs

as old soldiers do

at the parades

each year in town.

We lived

with photographs

sealed in a black box

locked under his bed.

Photographs taken

of pre-war days

Serpentine deck chairs

of Regents park.

Hyde Park

Speakers Corner

on Sundays

and those friends

His memories

all gone

now then

and now he’s gone too.

“Absence” First published in “Uncertain Times” ©robcullen

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