Tag: creative writing
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Dublin May 2024
Man, Dublin has always been a dirty old town but lately it’s gone down the pan Clearly there’s no plan in place The boys used to be back in town Now the boys are in tents by the canal Canal is anything but grand, swanbellies colour of sand More weil’s disease than a sick bike,…
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Your Name?
Hight Childe Harold Brown with bubbles beer in barrels Sooth all troubles, smooth a quarrel My soup is not sorrel, soothsorrow throat fodder Say an our Father over a pint of Fosters Steady diet nescafé and marijuana Ma, I wanna be a writer, fuck working in dad’s café all day Au fait with all five…
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Antient Mechanism
Once yellow sun now rash red An old machine whose dread Presence is pretence For tribal quarrels Hewn ages hence Before a red disease brought a dread empire to its knees Such dreadnoughts were conceived, constructed to reave stars Tear apart space, new Tsars to bring alien races under heel Ten millions years have passed…
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Winter Ride to the Lodge
Sheets of sight-stealing snow A sheep’s coat covering steals the road and sense of route Barely seen behind his coat the driver spits rudely Cracks his crop to break the horse unruly Alexander hiding Bucephalus’ shadow A single jewel kings his finger, gained unduly Ejects starlight, the duel of sun and dew The Holly laughing…
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Pen of Heaven Arid of Ink
Quill of Metatron Pen with which bright stars were drawn Rudely expulsed from heaven’s bawn An angel spending one last dawn looking down No dappled dawn drawn, no daylight dauphin Sun fruited cloudlinings fluttering resemble Her oriflamme France, which when flown her ranks could never lose Flambeau lures moths of my memories, lots of my…
Alchemisland 