Chrys Salt

Chrys Salt Poems

There are no maps for poets in this country.
The compass finger, mindless on its post
will not direct us on this dangerous journey.
An unfamiliar landscape tells us we are lost.
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Dave Cork and me behind the chicken shed.
‘You show me yours, I’ll show you mine’ he said.
Some of his Wrigleys for a flash,
that was the deal. (I wanted cash) !
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Old Lag’s don’t dance, and yet they do keep time –
Time’s what they do, reeling with all things done
each quick-step slowing to the measured chime
of clocks that drag each minute through the bone.
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The wet road follows us -
a gleaming tail
looping round steep and lake.
Bleak sodden sheep
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Chrys Salt Biography

Chrys Salt has performed her poetry country wide, in Europe and the USA. She is published in a wide variety of journals, magazines and anthologies and work has been broadcast on Radio 3 and 4. Collections include Inside Out (Pub: Autolycus) Daffodils at Christmas (Pub: Galloway Poets Series) , Greedy for Mulberries (Pub: Markings) and Old Times (Pub: Roncadora) .) She writes books, theatre and radio plays, features and documentaries. She has been the recipient of numbers of Bursaries, Grants and Awards including a National Media Award (for her book Here We Go: women’s memories of the 1984/85 Miners’ Strike) a New Writing Bursary, a Work Development Grant, a year- long residency at RHBNC, London University, a Fringe First for her production of The Last Obit by Peter Tinniswood and most recently a residency in France funded by the Poitou-Charente Region. Chrys divides her time between London and Galloway, SW Scotland, where she runs The Bakehouse, a flourishing arts venue. www.thebakehouse.info)

The Best Poem Of Chrys Salt

With Adrian At The Peace Festival (I.M. Adrian Mitchell)

if you saw him running it was because he’d spotted truth in the crowd and was chasing after it if you saw him smiling it was at a good deed waving from a balcony if you saw him jumping it was in a playground with all the other daft kids on the block raising anarchy if you heard him singing it was girls and boys come out to play if you saw him laughing he was laughing he was really laughing if you saw him waving it was to say HELLO come in and join the feast of the human race if you saw him writing it was a love letter to the world on the day of its crucifixion if you saw him dancing it was to a Beatles tune about giving peace a chance and waiting for that moment to arrive

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