Stories and Scottishmomus’ wonderful poetry. Two of my favourite things – and perfect for a snowy April afternoon.
the stories that need telling fall clumsily
on trails where tributes lie in winding lanes
on cobbled streets of needle-darkened alleys
in shop doorways where sad stories lurch in pain
the stories to remember stumble onwards
resistance plied while truths they serve to give
truths that need the hearing and the telling
giving voice to thoughts of those who barely live
the stories that need telling cause much grieving
these stories they are mourned while others dance
on bloodied, bended knees scarred stories whimper
begging, fighting, pleading, one more chance
the stories we’ve forgotten haunt our dreamscapes
filling us with fear that those we love could be
a story on the corner there but for graces
someone’s child or parent, you or me
the stories sprawled on walls are unenchanting
apoetic in their prose and permanence
these monuments that matter, disassembled
the humblest stories lost to prominence
unhinged of wing they travel like their namesake
foiled phoenix burnt to ashes must reform
soul stories scattered, littered, on rough pavements
barred temples to the place where freedom’s…
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