Irene C S ClarkHogg
Biography of Irene C S ClarkHogg
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.
Irene C S ClarkHogg's Works:
Perceptions - Poetry & Prose collection
Mother and Son - with Stephen Hall - Poetry
Two I's, Two Hearts One Soul - with Ivor Hogg - Poetry
Elastoplasts and Bluetack - Poetry Collection
Grandma's Family Album - Children's Poetry
Nancy & the Wood Nymphs - Children's story
Ken's Kinder Kebab - Short stories and Poems
The Blue Knight - Short stories and Poems
Irene C S ClarkHogg Poems
A Degenerate Mouse Called Arthur
I have a little mouse called Arthur Who gnaws away inside my bones He is armed with sharp incisors And metal claws on all his toes.
* Tears Of Rain
His love was a raindrop In the lonely desert sand. The place that once was me, Setting me free,
A Mother's Gift
A woman gave part of her soul That the being she created could be whole Then having physical and spiritual form As the sun arose a child was born.
* Geordie Folk
I was born on the banks of the old river Tyne, Where it wends its way east to the sea. Past the pit heaps and coal tugs; the clang of the shipyards Created fond memories for me.
Holocaust. Iron pipes that pierce the skyline.
“Forsooth maid, ” spake he, “Hear now my true words.” This varlet of a bygone age, This sage, with heathen tongue.
* An Unfortunate Vampire
Johnny was a vampire, One of the ancient breed. Some said, ‘They are born of woman, But spawned by Satan’s seed.’
A Glossa in honour of William Blake. The Tiger
As a child I dreamed of a fairy wood Where I could visit, as each child should; To learn of elves and castles of light, Where witches brewed spells and flew in the night.
Canoodling In 'C'
Colin Curry came acourting Comely Countess Caroline Craving cuddles, cool caresses Choosing creepers,
Blaze Of Glory
I will go out in a blaze of glory. One day I will die, as now I live. I do not know all the answers But this promise I can give.
Bon Appetite The world is my oyster, how shall I consume it,
Africa Awakes. Early morning: a mist enshrouded scene.
Come, Dance. Come, dance with me beneath the moon,
Canoodling In 'C'
Colin Curry came acourting
Comely Countess Caroline
Craving cuddles, cool caresses
'Come on ' chortled cheerful cherubs
Carved clasping crumpled crimson curtains
Colin clutched cold crumbling casements