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Finn

Poetry

Tom’s Goldfish

I came across your Goldfish ,Tom, whilst sailing in the bay, he hopped aboard and gave a smile, and words he had to say. He flicked his tail, gave a wink, and asked me if I’d got a drink I went below unlocked the fridge and found a beer for…
Finn
12th September 2009
Poetry

Studland Bay

The weight of time pressing urgent on buried nerve, here, beneath the wave tops pushed high by hidden reef two hundred Viking ships were lost, storm dragged to the sea’s quiet depth where all is peace and shadows from turmoiled war ripple and play, now just colours helpless on a…
Finn
5th September 2009
Poetry

Two hundred times

Two hundred times the muffled drums have rolled, two hundred times the church bells have tolled two hundred times the bugle notes cried two hundred times, two hundred times, two hundred times our comrades have died. The politicians come and we gather round, our Colonel smiles grimly and stares at…
Finn
18th August 2009
Poetry

Bright Ribbons of death: 2

Bright ribbons of death wind you round. Here, they seem to be black: the colours of loss the colours of mourning, the colours of rich earth exposed, brought up from centuries of sleep into shining day at the grave’s long side. Bright Ribbons of death wind you round, here they…
Finn
18th August 2009
Poetry

Contact!

Fire came in from the East! Every sixth round tracer, red and fierce, An angry necklace reaching out to kill, up front and personal as it gets. Then from the North, earth jumping violently to a staccato rhythm as rounds zipped in, Hornets ready for the fatal sting. We were…
Finn
12th June 2009
Poetry

It’s Starting Again

It’s starting again, yet again, yet again winds are still scything across fields of men The corn’s to be cropped there are lives to be stopped Yes It’s starting again. yet again, yet again. It’s starting once more, once more, once more There’s a knock at the door at the…
Finn
2nd May 2009
Poetry

The Gurkhas Betrayed

We fought and we fell for your country over two hundred years we have served and through all the wars and the battles our loyalty never has swerved. We fought and we died for your country we never questioned the cost Ten times five thousand comrades Ten times five thousand…
Finn
26th April 2009
Poetry

The politician came

The Politician came, he stood on a tank; spoke of our service he came here to thank. The value he placed on those who were lost, the grieving of families who bore the whole cost. ‘Never forgotten’ that’s what he said ‘always we will honour our dead’ ‘Alive in our…
Finn
14th December 2008
Poetry

Across the wide river

Across the wide river I hear your voice high on rising air, soaring upward on spirals that build to the edge of space itself where eternity waits, turning, turning, turning. Across the wide river you signal mysteries found in that new country where the double helix is untangled, spiralled backwards…
Finn
11th December 2008
Poetry

I dreamed I was alive.

I dreamed I was alive instead of dead, body full with vigour, vibrant with promise of endless days to come. I dreamed I was alive instead of dead, and dreaming knew exactly how to live, how best to savour life until the end and fill each moment with a waking…
Finn
9th December 2008