by Joe Winter | Jan 27, 2020 | Six Stone Circles of Cumbria, Poems
To Wilfred Owenon the centenary of his death Courage was mine, and I had mystery,Wisdom was mine, and I had mastery. An ordinary man, you spoke of deathoutright. For years you’d lazed along the path,luxurious, dense, of youthdom. It was crossedby a dark angel. Not...
by Joe Winter | Jan 27, 2020 | Six Stone Circles of Cumbria, Poems
Dancerfor S.I do not walk the grey road of the earth.Rather I take a dance-step to the stars.Oh in this prison-yard, behind these bars –where shall I find a man to know my...
by Joe Winter | Jan 27, 2020 | Six Stone Circles of Cumbria, Poems
AubadeI shall remember the pleasure of walking together.A wild vociferous symphony of leavesrose for us, and filled the air for us,as we entered the hanging garden of the Common.Brute age was there in an old tree split by lightning,that still maintained its vigour...
by Joe Winter | Jan 27, 2020 | Six Stone Circles of Cumbria, Poems
Irena Sendler from an Economist obituary You are the lady within. I know you more deeply than I could ever show you, had we once met. A snarl of tenderness raked the sky of the Nazi wilderness . . . tore at the hearts of the Warsaw Resistance, till there were fewer to...
by Joe Winter | Jan 27, 2020 | Six Stone Circles of Cumbria, Poems
To Dave, 50Recently you have taken to wild swimming.In a medley of out-of-the-way river stretchesyou pierce a film, re-enter a charged currentthat slaps away a shroud of words. What freshnessis on that heron, in that willow. For at least46 years you have argued with...
by Joe Winter | Jan 27, 2020 | Six Stone Circles of Cumbria, Poems
To All at the Theatre Royal, WorkingtonHow glad I was to join a throngof players, and enter theatre’s song!To take a few parts of old age,and totter into things back-stage!To help rig up a miracleof light delight – a spectacleof opposites – the grief and gloryof old –...
