Alistair Graham Poems
|81.||One Among Many||12/26/2013|
|82.||Shall I Continue?||12/31/2013|
|84.||Ally Ally Oh||6/11/2013|
|86.||Fifty Sheets Of Grey||4/12/2013|
|87.||A Black Death||11/3/2012|
|88.||It's Always Stinking Outside||11/3/2012|
|89.||Northern Irish Poets -new-||8/13/2017|
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, ...
All I Have
Was black as hell outside
The glass in the back door
I couldn't see through
I pulled the door open
A man stood before me
in the dark
He screamed in my face