Irene C S ClarkHogg
Irene C S ClarkHogg Poems
- Holocaust Holocaust. Iron pipes that pierce the skyline.
- Sonnet Cakes Sonnet Cakes Catch a passing flock of ...
- * Geordie Folk I was born on the banks of the old river Tyne,...
- ** Rational “Forsooth maid, ” spake he, “Hear now my true ...
- The Tiger A Glossa in honour of William Blake. The Tiger
- Storms Lead grey skies enfold like shrouds To clothe the ...
- An Elephant Called Esmerelda This is in answer to Dee's ...
I live in the North East of England with my husband, who is also a poet, three cats and two dogs. I have been a writer of poetry and prose for many years and enjoy experimenting with a variety of poetry forms. more »
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Iron pipes that pierce the skyline.
Concrete, white against the blue.
Office blocks, now cold and empty,
No sun-streaked glass to mar the view.
Empty eyes that gaze unseeing
On a vista stark and bare.
No dogs to foul the empty pavements.
No birdsong on the morning air.
In an alley filled with rubble,
A rust encrusted laundry van,
Filled with shrouds, no longer needed
By the creatures they called man.
But hope is born, for time must pass.
In reformed tarmac, a blade of grass.