Monday 18 January 2021

Two Poems by Bernard Pearson


 

Ding Dong Bell


There is no water in my well.

In here it’s just as dark as  hell,

The sides they are  too steep,

And  I am down way so deep,

I was clinging to the edge.

And then  just  kind of fell.

 

©  Bernard Pearson 



Gentleman of the Road

 

Here Shropshire’s own Lost World

Above the easing of the land

A crouch of  blood red cliff 

Beyond  the ravelled holly stand



Between   a battalion of  beech trees

We climb to Kynaston’s cave

Where on certain dead moon nights

If you should care to be so brave



To watch spectral  travellers tremble

As from his vaunted  stable lair

Out of the darkling wood did prance

Old Humphrey’s wild abandoned mare.



© Bernard Pearson

 



BERNARD PEARSON: His work  appears in many publications, including; Aesthetica Magazine , The Edinburgh Review, Crossways, The Gentian, Nymphs The Poetry Village, Beneath The Fever, The Beach Hut Little stone.  work coming up in Big Easy, and Orange Blush  In 2017 a selection of his poetry ‘In Free Fall’ was published by Leaf by Leaf  Press. In 2019  he won second prize in The Aurora Prize for Writing for his poem Manor Farm. He is also a Biographer and Prize winning short story writer.

 



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