Alone All one A loan All gone Allies Allay Always All lies All day Allot All done Alive All run All lost End it! “‘Emergency Exit’ is a poetic suicide note. The sparseness and rep…
Source: Emergency Exit by Des Mannay
Lament for the girl of the Morning Sea by Rob Cullen
A premonition of merciful peace has emerged In the morning of this day. And as if in agreement Your hand opens to the waves. In a movement of gratitude, A moment of quiet acceptance. I have heard y…
Source: Lament for the girl of the Morning Sea by Rob Cullen
Lament for the girl of the morning sea
Lament for the Girl of the Morning Sea.
A premonition of merciful peace has emerged
In the morning of this day.
And as if in agreement
Your hand opens to the waves.
In a movement of gratitude,
A moment of quiet acceptance.
I have heard you sing
To the waves crests,
Rise, rise from your depths
Rid me of all pain
I am alone wash over me.
In this bright early hour
You are at once transformed.
Peace adorns you,
Rests on your face.
I have seen you whisper
To the open sky
Touch me, cleanse me
Rid me of all fear.
I am alone wash over me.
Your hair hangs tangled
Stiffly on your eyes,
Green-water droplets
Trickle to your lips.
Your fingers grasp
The waters edge.
The shoreline pierces you,
Welcomes you, calls to you.
I am alone wash over me.
And you lying unseen
A curved silken spine
Broken by spite
The savagery of indifference
And the brutality
Of unmourned death
Move without moving.
Knowing nothing, knowing nothing
In your quiet sadness.
I am alone wash over me.
I have heard you sing
To the waves crests’
Rise from your depths
Rise from your submerged stillness.
I have heard you sing
To the open sky,
Touch me, cleanse me,
Rid me of all pain,
Rid mew of all fear.
I am alone wash over me.
Your mother cries for you in her silence
And mourns for another in her isolation.
I am alone wash over me.
Published in “Uncertain Times” Octavo Press 2016.
Lest we forget!
On Air.
Photo post by @lemanshots.
Source: On Air.
Book Launch Octavo’s Cardiff.
The book launch at Octavo’s was a great night. I want to thank Mike Jenkins of the Red Poets, Suzanne Iuppa poet and Rhys poet for their readings and support. Also Cara Cullen my daughter poet and songstress and Fiona Cullen my wife and magnificent singer for their musical contribution and support.
Suzanne Iuppa’s reading of my poem “Lament for the girl of the morning Sea” will stay with me for a long time.
Last but not least a big thank you to the listeners!
It was a grand party!
Picaroon Poetry – Issue #4 – September 2016
Issue #4 has arrived on your shores, this time bringing – amongst other things – murder (of a sort), mayhem (of many sorts), rather interesting bedroom shenanigans (just the one thankfu…
. it has left me tired .
adrift, will the sky at last explode, or will this hate
continue pointlessly, for thousand thousands years.
numbers that cannot describe each particle of pain.
each bloody bomb that kills yet again.
it may have left us tired, yet we are alive to witness.
yet again.
sbm.
Life
The cock on the church spire
Fixed its face to the west
And on a cloudless day
We walked to your funeral
Along the path in the park
By the shade of the river
It was my task to make you smile
Or even laugh and lay to one side
The greyness of your widowhood
We were here to remember you
I remember your stoical grace
Your delicate grey eyed smile
And know how I will miss you.
In memory of Sheila Little died 28th August 2016 aged 80 years.
Friendship and love
You looked out toward the sea
A cool September evening
We had planned coming
We watched an empty sea
The news dulled our hopes
It was a cool darkening evening
We sat outside silently watching
Waves riding the beaches slopes.
Hopes shattered lives challenged
And we hold each other silently
Standing close together quietly
Our love cannot be expunged.
Celfypridd 