Two poems by Alan Halford

dublinAlan Halford was born in Dublin. He worked in RTE. Award Winning Black  & White photographer. Have had several exhibitions. A life time interest in short story writing, poetry and the arts. Currently working on a book that will include both my poetry and photographic works.

 

Two poems by Alan Halford

 

Hospice     

She placed it down-
Something you can leave behind she thought but wouldn’t say
A green plant in a tub rested next to the bed
A lead laden hand stretched to touch its broken soil
Small thing in the way of things and wondered why.
She thought-
New white walls prepare you best for heaven
While darkness only lingers in the mind
Time the only fight in our possession
Death the only kindness left behind..
She saw-
A fanlight directs the sun across his sad face
The way they said it would the day he came
Hands grasped to find hers beneath the table
And tangled like a vine around the veins
She felt-
A twinge of loneliness that evening in the soft light
Drank a glass of wine alone in bed
Tears filled up her glass in lone procession
Regrets for years when things where never said.
She thought-
New white walls prepare you best for heaven
While darkness only lingers in the mind
Time the only fight in our possession
Death the only kindness left behind.

 

Room 206

What could walls tell now of Dylan Thomas
speak to me of love and death
of madness of a kind he sometimes knew
beneath the paper cracks of genius.
nothing left in his decay only
ghostly words once played so well
on an old typewriter with some letters broken
and he blunted by another whisky
embraced a welcome rush to die
and cut his loss
as floor boards squeak in vain
little drama left to fit
the bill in Hotel Chelsea.

 

 

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