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Amos Greig poems, quotations and biography on Amos Greig poet page. Read all poems of Amos Greig and infos about Amos Greig.
I have been working with a local small publishers for nearly 25 years. I designed their logo and helped edit some of the books. In 2001 I won a bursary to the John Hewitt Summer School and also studied poetry at James Simmons Summer School.My work has been used in several anthologies and I am currently working on my first book of poetry. I also publish an online literary e-zine called A New ... more »
Amos Greig Poems
Sheltered field of pleasant green
The susurrus of distant wind,
Nature gossips
Protests at intrusion,... more »
Steel capped icebergs' pierce the sky.
In artificial towers
Rapunzels refused to let down their hair,
Satisfied to watch the tired and hungry... more »
Faceless streets close in around, as corridors seem to stretch into infinity,
A burst of adrenaline and the heart seems to beat irregularly a small bird
Desperate to escape the cage. The flight of ...... more »
Urban concrete jungle
In the twilight hours
This is where the lost boys are.... more »
Scaraveen,
Changing weather
That is the best description of Irish weather.... more »
In late summer your family disrupted the roads
Brought traffic to a standstill,
A line,
Mother and children blocked the way.... more »
Blood dripped onto the green grass
He turned to his followers
"Tie me to the standing stone"
He commanded... more »
Comments about Amos Greig
Lord Of The Hill
Scaraveen,
Changing weather
That is the best description of Irish weather.
Momentary sunshine drew me out
From carefully constructed artificiality
I stumbled as a new born
Into fields of pleasant green.
Yet even here the steady encroachment of man
The lack of beauty a stark contrast
To the natural court
Magpie's the guardians of the gate.
Mocked my passage a warning cry!
Here comes man the defiler
I am humbled and stunned when
I accidentally stumbled onto your court.
Nature scoffs at my presence,
A sudden downpour soaks
Me ...
I wrote the poem in 2010 the poem is about the price of the human condition in a world where industry reduces us to commodities.
when did you write this poem? And am I right in saying that the industrial revolution and its cost is at its core?