Saturday, 30 November 2013

Poem: Pool Lifeguard

ever wondered what it was like to work in a swimming pool?

A Present from Scarborough

You went to the shops to get someone a present,
And wrapped it with the best glitter you could buy.
Now the time comes, you watch them open it.
And in this first moment, they stop, stock-still,
Sensing there is something else as well inside.
Something else they cannot see, hear, taste, or smell;
Something else they cannot wear or even touch.
Rather, it touches them.
Something else called love.

Stuart Larner

Scarborough Review, December 2013

Saturday, 9 November 2013

Poem about the war memorial in the parkland on top of the hill overlooking Scarborough

The Seasons at Oliver’s Mount 
In winter, the referees’ whistles fill the field.
In spring, the birds’ songs fill the air among the trees.
In summer, the bikers’ drone fills the suburb below.
In autumn, the reading of memorial names fills the spirit
As it soars right out across the bay.
Stuart Larner   published in Scarborough Review November 2013