Senior 6th Form
Lee
All those memories
Are now no more than echoes
Ripples on a lake
Empty Words
All fallen to the floor, like feathers
Plucked from thin air.
A pack of cards drops
A single object fractures into many
Words leave splinters in my mouth
And thoughts lie, strewn at my feet
The Tale of Stagger Lee: Epilogue (Play)
Ladies and gentlemen, what we have here
Is a problem, that much is clear -
An issue that concerns us all,
Though it may not seem a pressing call.
One man's life is in our hands
And though its true that these old lands
Were rule by laws from up on high,
That big ole guy up in the sky
Sent along a brand new book,
Which said the lives that Stagger took
Can't be replaced with further death,
A life cannot return another's breath.
And yet there's those who feel more
That justice should follow the old law.
Half the people in this space
Would want his soul to leave this place -
Or so at least the survey's say,
So have a thought on this fine day
As to what the right thing is to do,
We really haven't got a clue.
Heart
The air cracks, and down below
A deep crevasse begins to show.
The lifeblood of the ice migrates
To warmer climes, the cold abates,
And with it goes the solid form
Mingling with the rest, lukewarm.
And as it thaws strange heat emerges
As if some tap from whence it surges
Had at once become unlocked,
And shown my mind (which once it mocked)
The wealth of feelings underneath,
My heart has lastly left its sheath.
Far Cry
A sound, calling me home
From this land in which I know I don't belong.
Travelling through memories
And trees I used to hide in,
And forgotten people
Walking in and out of my life;
Past futures that could have been
And presents that are lost,
And times that I want back.
Wailing, beckoning, calling -
It is a far cry.
Comments (2)
Michael Hughes said
at 8:31 pm on Apr 22, 2013
Well done, Alex.
Michael Hughes said
at 11:13 pm on Oct 26, 2012
This is an increasingly effective collection.
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