by Finn | Sep 12, 2009 | Poetry
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 your friend Midge. So Midge...
by Finn | Sep 5, 2009 | Poetry
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...
by Finn | Aug 18, 2009 | Poetry
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,...
by Finn | Aug 18, 2009 | Poetry
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...
by Finn | Jun 12, 2009 | Poetry
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...
