Bill Mitton Poems
- Voices On The Edge Of The Worl...
- The Pigeon Man 'That pigeon lofts his only love his daughter...
- And So The Women Wept In the noise and dust of that dark ...
- The Box From The Attic A Father's Medals World War One The ...
- To Slay The Dragon Throw off the soft cheeks of ...
- A Man Of Two Islands I am a man of two green islands Which ...
- Your Children Are Always Your ... In your eye’s the ...
Electrician, Soldier, Electronics Engineer, Quality Engineer
(Part-time playwrite, writer, poet, Scholar, Historian,)
Married to Rosyanne, one son, Simon, (flown the nest)
I'm too big, the house is too big, Rosyanne is still beautiful, loving, patient, kind, as gentle as an Angel's smile and STILL too good for the likes of me!
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Voices On The Edge Of The World (In Honour Of My Fellow Poets)
It is how we are and who we are
that we live out here on the edge
the ragged rim of the world
It’s the nature of our vice
This dark self imposed isolation
Yet the paradox in it shines bright
As the isolation bears heavy
upon our pale and brittle skin
for unless we share our souls
there is but dust in what we do
Each staking a separate claim
along the river of the golden muse
and each naked in hand and heart
bares the working of a soul
tasting the ice in the edges isolation
yet from each site along the rim
the voices of comfort ...