Roger Hudson Poems
- The City's Backside To passengers on the train The city ...
- Migrants Echoing The myriad swallows Perched like notes on ...
- Not Beautiful Not beautiful In a conventional sense. The ...
- Winter 1947 Newsreels Of trains doggedly ploughing through ...
- Like A Gangster Movie The hesitant phonecall from the callbox...
- In Pretty Prague Over the cobbles they scuttle Through ...
- Automaton Waaah waah Waah waaah My turn, is it my ...
Roger Hudson grew up in the village of Bramley in Surrey, England and was educated at Royal Grammar School Guildford and University College London. He lived in London and Dublin working in many areas of research, writing, editing and filmmaking. He came late to serious poetry when he moved to Drogheda, Co. Louth, Ireland in 2004 and started working with Steve Downes on their joint collection ... more »
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My turn, is it my turn
Rousing, feet plodding, eyes forced open
Ready prepared bottle into warming water
Dirty nappy into bin
Fumble with pin
Bottle into mouth
Avoid dropping back to sleep sitting
Crawl back between sheets
Trying not disturb partner
That repeat every few hours through night
Partner takes over
And struggle into clothes
Through morning rushhour
To stumble through...