Chris Shaw : Writing

Flower Sellers of London

Flower Sellers of London

A Poem by Chris Shaw


(from a painting of the same name by Gustave Dore)
Pedestal Wife

Pedestal Wife

A Poem by Chris Shaw


(very tongue in cheek, and I hasten to add I don't know anyone like this)
Music Box

Music Box

A Poem by Chris Shaw


(some free verse, written 10 years ago, about a recurring dream, of events that took place much further back in time).
A Serving of Flattery

A Serving of Flattery

A Poem by Chris Shaw


(more fun)
Watch My Lips

Watch My Lips

A Poem by Chris Shaw


(A bit of fun)
Rural England

Rural England

A Poem by Chris Shaw


The recent rain, has made the land far greener.
Someone Else's Grief

Someone Else's Grief

A Poem by Chris Shaw


(part of my stamp collection from years ago, an envelope with a black border,from the reign of Queen Victoria, the contents long gone)
Cobwebs and Laughter

Cobwebs and Laughter

A Poem by Chris Shaw


(Rewind, an 80's music festival at Henley, nothing like going with old friends)
Suppressed Grief

Suppressed Grief

A Poem by Chris Shaw


(let it out)
Let It Be Known

Let It Be Known

A Poem by Chris Shaw


Come silver sisters, let us agewith confidence, be unafraid.Reflections in the looking glasscan not portray our qualities.Can not reveal attributes ea..