Alan Kurdi lies on the beach Like autumn’s fallen leaf Seagulls soar in the sky Singing a song of grief His eyes are bright pools Swimming in the deep Are forgotten faces full Of pain, faces that weep Alan Kurdi doesn’t breakfast No sugar puffs or corn flakes Snap, crackle and pop. Bombs Fall like […]
Timothy Winters is no school boy now He roams London streets like a mad-cow The world cries he should win one’s spurs Just by living the life of Timothy Winters His stomach is empty, his hair’s falling out, But no one makes a big deal about Living alone with no place to hide Losing teeth […]
Conor McMaster drags himself home, With shoe-soles thin as packaging foam. Ears like coalmines, nails crumbling plaster, ‘Jus’ don’t wanna, Miss’, said Conor McMaster. Shoulders stay up until the corner shop, Got pot noodle for tea so he doesn’t quite drop. Back out for the wind to chase through his bones, ‘Coats ain’t cool anyways’ […]
Chloe’s reading of ‘Timothy Winters’ by Charles Causley was selected to be screened at The Sounding Heart event at The Poetry Café on 31 January 2018, celebrating Charles Causley’s centenary, as part of the Timothy Winters challenge on Young Poets Network.