If I was a bird I would perch myself on your grave and whisper words of love to you
If I was a bird I would fly around the world mentioning your name to everyone I meet
If I was a bird I would plant a seed on your resting place and watch it grow in your love
But I am not a bird I am a lover intoxicated in your love, waiting to be reunited with you
It’s Cool For Tykes
by Jem Tovey
The girls fall out of Legends,
With their skirts up to their necks.
The lads are busy scrapping
In their two-tone, tonic keks. Continue reading “It’s Cool For Tykes”
More In Common
Here in Batley and Spen we’ve a diverse community
Regardless of race, religion or background you get no immunity
From overcoming the problem as part of the solution
As we all join as one in our home’s evolution Continue reading “More In Common”
Then Silence
A howl breaks through
the rustling leaves
on a darkened night
in the patch of trees
of branches bare
where colour’s lost
a footstep falls
on a crunch of frost. Continue reading “Then Silence”
Fear Is…
by Tahera Mayat
a locked room
feeling insecure
a walk through the graveyard at night
the darkness under the bed when you’re a child Continue reading “Fear Is…”
The Zombie
by Chris Hall (with apologies to Edgar Allan Poe)
Once upon a midnight dire I sat beside the soothing fire,
Supping on a meaty stew the cook prepared the day before.
Around the house my family slept whilst through my thoughts a silence crept,
As I admired the firelight dancing o’er the polished hardwood floor.
I paid fifty dollars for my newly polished hardwood floor,
This it cost and nothing more. Continue reading “The Zombie”
#BatleyHour
Sundials viewed with a torch held high
A breath of depth and a glint in the eye
The tick and the tock, or digital glow
Minutes count down till seconds only show
Memories Restored
Tears of Blood
by L. Parker
Why is there so much hate in this world, people everywhere?
What makes us any different when we breathe the same air.
We talk about peace, but think about hate.
I don’t even need to elaborate. Continue reading “Tears of Blood”
What makes us any different when we breathe the same air.
We talk about peace, but think about hate.
I don’t even need to elaborate. Continue reading “Tears of Blood”
This Once Sacred Space
The time of the bi-annual pilgrimage again
Scores of men descend and break their abstain
On this day of merriment and feasting
To the dead they extend a greeting Continue reading “This Once Sacred Space”