Steven Cooke Poems

Old Friends that say hello
Who share a secret memory?
Away from the road now travelled
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Beneath my tendrils,
The sea has many secrets
And I am the last witness
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(In memory of the 3 million horses killed in War)

Taken from Cloven fields,
Where skylark and Grouse Linger.
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Where the arrow falls
A life is taken
Its flight was always destined to find
The rebel's heart
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Freedom won on a distant battlefield
Gallant words to remember them by
Unspoken tears for the old to cry,
A game for the young to play
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As the moon argues with clouds
In winter's tormented sky
A frail life lingers in the shadows
Waiting for deaths hello
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Through a glass of Whiskey I found her.
Her eyes, Flaming Blue, hiding a glance of Heaven
Her hair golden like the reflection of an English buttercup,
Open to the flirtations of the sun.
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I felt his breath leave the battle field
as bayonet pierced his heart.
The surprise of death lay in his eyes
his blood poured warmth upon my hands,
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An Englishman lost in afternoon tea,
Memories of a lotus flower love
Rajas and elephants in Delhi
Livingstone the explorer
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Another Zulu Dawn
(The Battle for Orgreave Pit)

Cries of Zulu as miners rushed the barricades
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