Dark Edge of Poetry

Poetry

Shadow drawn in ink and dreams

  • The Ballad of Mary McWhirter

    Now Mary McWhirter, was known as a flirter, Her laughter was light as the day, With beauty beguiling, manners all-smiling, She’d charm every soul in her way.

  • Paradox in Norfolk

    Now Jonathan Lister, Loved Mary, his sister, When as children they used to play.

  • Reeve of the Dark

    Hear me, Papal Princess Pope, My name was never Sir John, Pray listen, and I shall begin, A tale both ancient and long.

  • Tower Hamlets Hookup

    At last, it’s a Friday, back home from work, Showered and pampered, she chooses a dress, Her blind date is handsome, slightly old-fashioned, With Goth Chic, it’s certain she’ll bed him tonight.

  • A Filthy Dark Night

    She shuffled on through choking smog, Stopping thrice to hack and cough phlegm, London’s night oozed fetid and rank, She craved for her cot after walking the streets.

  • Paperback Writer

    I tried the light switch, No light did appear, Seems I’ll need the help, Of an electrical engineer,

  • Sound Advice

    Early to bed, Early to rise, Makes a man healthy, Wealthy and wise,

  • Life in the Fast Lane

    I think of the days, When I was quite slim, 10 miles before breakfast, Then go to the gym,

  • Where the Fae Rest

    The night-time is not really night, As within, bright wonders are found, If your eyes catch a fleeting glimpse, Rejoice! For the small folk abound.

  • I Have Been Loved

    I’ve never known peace, never known rest, Worrying darkness, lurks deep in my breast, My family held me when I broke.