Poetry by Alan Martin
PEACE OF WORK At the surcease I wash up on the strandline, I am nobody, a bleached identity, all struggles ended, at peace now; and listen… there is the quiet of...
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PEACE OF WORK At the surcease I wash up on the strandline, I am nobody, a bleached identity, all struggles ended, at peace now; and listen… there is the quiet of...
When the financial crash of 2008 landed like a ton of bricks on struggling writer Lorilee Craker, she wondered why the North American Amish community was still, in her words, at peace, unruffled and...
JUST TOO MUCH It isn’t right for me, the torrid year of ’22. I prefer the indifferent times that might have been expected when decadence brings unconcern. No, too much, the blaze...
Troubled Waters Words, today, come at me like squalls at sea, unexpected, disruptive, whipping up breakers into shark’s teeth. There is a current in them; it is heading for the rocks. I wade...
FALLING AND RISING. You either have it or, sadly, you will just have to bumble along without it. It is no use, either, thinking that you can squeeze into it, like hauling on a...
RIVER From aquifers and seeping wells ageless drips accrued like gold then springing forth, untrammeled, free a river nascent bubbles bold, set to run through guiding lands learning, learning every inch flowing seawards,...
A quirky little reflection on Christmas and its meaning… CHRISTMAS GHOST It was the night of the party, the Big Band’s Christmas bash, and my wife was a principal player:...
FIT FOR PURPOSE I remember Martha, homesteading homely Martha; her wondrous happy calm mixed with fortitude and wellie boots. And then there was Gordie, her good old boy, always ready with...
Another beautiful poem from local writer Alan Martin, with thanks from Pembrokeshire.Online… VALE I could settle right here, like alluvia, in this slow paced verdant vale, where the river wanders, and events unfold in...
Reflections on another time… City skins rule OK? The terse message told of an uncompromising tribe who scrawled it on buses, bus shelters and buildings across the metropolis. Skinhead brutalist fashion was at its...