Alistair Graham Poems
- It's Always Stinking Outside I Yesterday rain tumbled down...
- Northern Irish Poets
- Land Of Milk And Money 2012 Ad The ruler of the land and the ...
- July Moon I The first sip of a fine Rioja Sumptuous nose,...
- Timepiece Look with your eyes at the clock Hear with your ...
- Un-Beloved If during the evening your mood Dramatically ...
Poet and short story writer.
Lives in Belfast.
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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, ...