Author: Shirley Martin

Confused Assemblage

Shirley Martin

to say an understanding bonne soiréecares caress time’s well-worn testripening to full blown joie de vivrebright streak of resurrection dawnlook on Easter morn; seet’wards winding route south-east strange pathways can be foundwhere there is wilding growththrough distance blueuntangling unintentional rebut –to cover ground, creased, ivy-boundso now is asked for long repas I am no fair-weather […]

Coothie Row

Shirley Martin

coothie row syne rangle’d rout sock-eyed thick’it aye – on tae victory see the crush’it gimmer red feel the star puls’d trummel’d head yon lone ranger gallopin’ ahead ball tucked firmly under – quick stride one! two! round waist arms threw torso sprawlin’, squirmin’, rollin’ bodies pilling o’wer  – thump the turf wi’ puckle’d hard […]

I will not hesitate

Shirley Martin

I will not hesitate to hesitate
I will roll-out our roll-down
I will blather on incessantly
absolutely go to town

What to say anew this boxing day

Shirley Martin

What to say anew this boxing daywith presents already goneand voices stretched, strained, long drawn outthose well-known grooves so thinly worn St. Stephen knelt and prayed aloudthat forgiveness might be foundby those who midst the clatterheard only rain of stone There was no music therethere was no soft fall snowflake airthere was no hush of […]

The Culling of the Forests (an extract)

Shirley Martin

This is an extract from a longer epic poem, which we hope to see in a full length publication soon. It covers events over the past four and some years Britons! – an hour is coming an hour you’ve never seen before to the solid ground of institution an axe is now laid at your […]