Over the years people of the parish have generously contributed original poetry for us to include here. There is always room for more, of course, so if you write poetry and are willing to share it, please let us know - either face-to-face or via e-mail:
- Webmaster Deacon Mark
Seventy years after the event
aware that death was at the door
and to get it off his chest
my uncle confessed
there’d been a fling with my mother
consummated on a visit
to his bomb-damaged home.
This would have taken place shortly after
the day when I was found there on a bed
buried under a blanket of ceiling plaster
trying to get it off my chest.