Poems by Barry Tebb
Obstacles
... ong the angels and madonnasOf the quattrocento, Raphael and MasaccioAnd Petrarchs sonnets to Laura ...
The Gift
... I taught you GreekBut your painting ofThe Essence of the RoseWas pure Platonic form ...
My Father
... d the records sayIt was pneumonia that took himAnd I was not told why the anti-bioticsWere not given ...
Grotty And The Quarryman
... bloody book, was no pub myth,It even won an Arthur Koestler Literary AwardAnd is compulsive reading ...
Letter To Michael Horovitz
... ndergroundThe doors have openedThe ghost of Walt WhitmanGrey-bearded, in lonely anguishWalks with us ...
A Kind Of Distraction
... say, wasMerely adolescence, notThe real unpoked you,Tittupping in high heelsAnd cellophaned to view ...
The First Month Of The Year
... of silence, vividAs the door I painted scarlet for our loveWhen the wind joined us walking the moors ...
Winterlight
... ns, deepen our sightOf what lies beyond the things that seemAnd make our vision clear as winterlight ...
Leftovers
... ht in her eyes was out, there was no fireIn her heart and the binyard where I played was empty space ...
A Call To Arms
... ught the Great White BoarTo wallow in all the goreWhile I rode centaurCharles Tomlinson had sent for ...
To My Wife
... m:A neighbours one-eyed catThat prowled outside to bringIts witch-like ownerWith her tapping stick ...
On First Reading John Goodbys irish Poetry Since 1950
... s Duhigs once and for all,Write them into the ground and still have a hundred lyrics in his quiver ...
Windsong
... aring the gardenWhere joss sticks burn and my nostrils quiverAt the echo of Japanese songs, long ago ...
To The Memory Of My Mother
... rs we sat, but still your will to liveWent on until our backs were turnedAnd then you, too, had gone ...
Death Of A Poet
... Alone with Nessie and her shadows in sleep as the wood of MadronMoved slowly towards that final deep ...
