Alistair Graham Poems
- It's Always Stinking Outside I Yesterday rain tumbled down...
- A Black Death That of God in every man, can you see it? ...
- Fifty Sheets Of Grey I put my neck on the line for ...
- Headquarters I hear them Upstairs in my head Moving stuff ...
- Ally Ally Oh If Titanic skin was our skin the question I’m...
- Belfast Taxi If intending to ride in my cab Be so kind and ...
- Shall I Continue? To continue as I am will surely add to ...
Poet and short story writer.
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It's Always Stinking Outside
Yesterday rain tumbled down on Belfast,
by mid evening the house brick was damp-dark,
the geraniums were in mourning-upright, just-
in their blackened saturated terracotta.
The crown of the trees against the premature dusk,
like huge dulse-heads dropped from an ocean sky;
a shade darker than deepest black.
The wooden garden table, the concrete patio,
the stepping stones across the lawn;
the window sills and the back door steps,
all melancholic, sodden to black.
The Bangor blue slates on the line of rooftops,
a stinking fur coat, ...