Tag: poem
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REMEMBERING A TRIP TO THE LOCAL PUB ON A SUNDAY
There was much to ponder, As I took a wander, Over yonder. The perfect place, When she was on my case, To hide my face. A decent beer, in a pleasant atmosphere, I’ve never felt freer, The end of lockdown will raise a cheer. Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt, hosted by SammiScribbles. This week’s prompt…
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LAY ME DOWN HERE IN THE SHADE IN THIS SMALL HOLLOW IN THE GROUND
Lay me down here in the shade in this small hollow in the ground, Let the rush of the world pass me by, Lay me down and let me rest awhile, Take the weight off my shoulders for I can carry it no longer, Release my burden for I am too old to carry on,…
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AVENUE OF PEACE
And now the light at the end of the avenue calls, the journey almost complete. At one end, back that way, new seeds are growing, young saplings stretching from the earth to which I must return. Once young myself, I have walked the avenue of my life until the end. There have been mistakes along…
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FATHER AND SON
A PROSE POEM: A shallow stream with a pebbled carpet, Dapples of sunlight on a shimmering surface. Bare feet cooled in ripples of water, Shouts and laughter and joyful splashes. A father and a son joined in play, A precious moment clutched from memory. Quiet descends on a father alone, A shadow of…
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THE DYING LIGHT
My life gathered round. Eve, the passionate glowing flames, lightening the dark. Martha and Olivia, flickering young embers floating playfully. Mother and father, wisps of smoke dissipating. The campfire warmth fades. A life that burned brightly ends. The cold shadow of night envelops. Farewell, sweet Earth. I drift away. Written for the Scottish Book Trust’s monthly 50-word Fiction…
Iain Kelly 