Richard J.P. O'Grady Poems

Little hedge sparrow.
Who would have thought
you would be s o- o o o
sexy!
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Barbless hooks,
how easily
words trip off the tongue.
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Cruelly I cast my hook
into the cavern gaping
whilst overhead in bobbing boat,
impatiently I'm waiting.
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Mousa Broch, mystery,
timelessness menace.
High in the Shetlands,
not German, not African.
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Baleful eyes flaring,
glaring, staring,
squaring up tups.
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Calcium carbonate in the water
Casts clouds across brown eyes
Which gaze at me, with far off air
Not sorrowful, soon not there.
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Inspired by the funeral of Sir Norman Buchan MP

I do not want him there
or him, him or him.
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Pulsing, breathless, circular rainbow
suspended below me, ebbing, flowing,
my sketch entitles 'Mine eyes have seen....'
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As an employer, I should know
what BSE can do.
I believe the risks of handling meat,
the splinters and the spume
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A flock of crows,
the corpse was bleeding freely,
crimson, russet, crimson, black
shiny road.
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