Biography of Alison Campbell
40 something, self confessed lover of words. Never considered publishing anything...
Alison Campbell Poems
At almost the speed of sound, You raced to meet the one
Rat fear Rat near
Whitewashed pier in urgent rain Lays me down upon the sand Drenched and yielding and again Gentle in the lover’s hand
The Lion Roars
Shhhhhh! The lion sleeps. Shhhhhh! Whisper your words
Memorial poem for a beloved rat. Your final breath Breathes winter’s icy chill
Memorial poem for a beloved rat.
Your final breath
Breathes winter’s icy chill
Into this heart of mine
Eyes flame of hope
Burns low with weeping.