Greenlane Poetry

All Saints 3pm
Bad Day
Bar des Sports, Charly-sur-Marne
Before and After the Watershed
Call to Witness
Carte Postale
Clerk of Works
Dog in the Night
Easter Saturday at Festubert
Force Nine
Forge Island
Four Chimneys
Half Empty
Homeward Bound
In Glen Howe Park
In Provence
Kilner's Bridge
Last Train
Lilac Time
Mungy Lane
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North Line
Painting By Numbers
Per Ardua
Routine Visit
Silent Snakes
Spring Training
Students in Crookesmoor
The Don at Swinton
The Festive Season
The Runners in the Fields
The Seasons
Treatment Days
Trips to the Seaside
Up Train
Valley Mist
Weston Park
What Love Is
Winthrop Park


Carte Postale

'three old photos'

Three hundred about but difficult to count
A rough grass slope in front, a pub I know
Behind. They are packed deep
Five or six so tight I can't see what
They stand on in the road
Perhaps on nothing at the Castle Inn
Though in this snap no sign hangs
Above the door to show

Children for the most part
Meanly dressed
Perhaps two dozen mothers
About as many others men in
Jackets shirtsleeves none without a hat
(Hats like dustbin lids) and thumbed and
Crumpled corners on this sepia card. That
Dates it more or less

Now as to what-
I do not see a smile or
Face I know. Each child (none are in rags although
So meanly dressed) is clutching bowl
Or basin, jug perhaps a spoon
A tree beyond the pub is leafless so
This is a needful winter long ago
There are of course no flags