Poems by Barry Tebb
James Simmons R.i.p.
... trueTo suffering and love, to passion and remorseAnd try to steer a flimsy world upon a saner course ...
Memories Of The Fifties
... rumbled to dust and the river-bank rats fed on itLike Miss Havershams wedding feast all over again ...
Resurrection
... shoreIn the shallow pool, left by the tide,Engaged in that mystic dance of death,Twenty years before ...
The Prism
... stress,Strange dark-haired creature, the light over the waterBurns and beckons through our emptiness ...
The Colossus
... silver grey,A white pekinese at her feet with the world:On the sand my name with hersAnd always ...
Gauguin In The South Seas
... the in the stream of life, naked to offendThe priestly beetles - Cezannes red shout indeed ...
The Cardinal Looks Back
... te chapel has the goblet,I hear my people starved in a famine,Their harvest blighted for three years ...
Everything In Its Place
... tted tight against infinitys axe, doorsBolted to contain time and place in time and place together ...
Together
... for Brenda Your blue dressing-gownLying on the chair backLike a tired arm. ...
Waiting
... I am waiting for the sky to flowerLike poems in a winter mind:And yet they come, maybe trailing alongAn urchin gang, sobbing and snotty-nosed. ...
Waking
... Wires toss in the wind, shrubs flapAnd the tap on windows wakes usTo Marchs mistral madness:I see white crocuses amid the rain. ...
Letter I
... Go seek Prince Charming in another place,His is one face I shall not wear againYou would not have the stars for diadem. ...
Faces In A Crowd
... ld faces are waitingAnd behind them in the staff-room corpses are coffinedIn eternal celluloid faces ...
Change
... d a dusty smileOf centuries, polished till I pierced the fondnessNastily, with a sickly yellow glare ...
Portraits From Memory
... onsWith our weekly coalmen, their facesBlack like miners, their backs bentUnder hundred weight sacks ...
