Biography of Rory Briggs
The poet lives in Kent. He has written part time for THE PEOPLE and Daily Mirror.
Rory Briggs Poems
I've seen it, Saw it as I loitered Amongst these birds upon a low branch. With it they crippled, twisted and tainted.
Beside A Tree
Staring, the sun gutters from the sky. Whose leaves stand taut toward it, Basks in the rich blue air. And the earth beneath seems envious green.
As I wander along deep sunken caverns, Fallen from time's old hand, Thoughts seep back, Glazed over when
The night is dead. Mellow light stubbornly submits. A heinous haze sifts in, Unnoticed it sieves above.
The man and his dog Waded hours through fog. His mind pounded decidedly on, Pealing back branches to night's dire depths.
Delusional tidings set serene. Yet I still sense that insidious sting. It presses in, into the skin
Dark, Desolate, Devoid, The depths are silent now, A hushed movement is felt in the distance Amid an ancient plough,
Dark, Desolate, Devoid,
The depths are silent now,
A hushed movement is felt in the distance
Amid an ancient plough,
But here the feelings feel resistance.
No faces here, no voices here.
No suffering here amongst the burning belt.
The mind recoils in horror,