Chris Shaw : Writing

Locket

Locket

A Poem by Chris Shaw


inside your soldier hands my silver heart of sterling i am valued more than gold undo the tiny clasp find you and i the wealth lies in the ..
Untitled

Untitled

A Poem by Chris Shaw


Spontaneous write
Here, Sit I

Here, Sit I

A Poem by Chris Shaw


(Another one from the Victorian Graveyard)
Far Less Than Half A Mile Away

Far Less Than Half A Mile Away

A Poem by Chris Shaw


( a touch of Victoriana recently discovered)
Fish Out of Water

Fish Out of Water

A Poem by Chris Shaw


(Spontaneous write)
An Empty Space

An Empty Space

A Poem by Chris Shaw


(An old friend, soon to be felled)
Your pain, my pain, my pain

Your pain, my pain, my pain

A Poem by Chris Shaw


i found myself revisiting the Royal Free a brisk five minute walk from the bustle of Camden Town tube ten years down the track of no com..
Blessings

Blessings

A Poem by Chris Shaw


look into the open heart of a camellia in full bloom what do you see within the strata of soft silk perfection a loveliness like a chirpin..
Graveyards In The Sky

Graveyards In The Sky

A Poem by Chris Shaw


a stampede across night’s tired face hides moon’s lucent lunar light chariots of moving menace driven at speed by wailing winds ..
Cold Feet

Cold Feet

A Poem by Chris Shaw


oh the times I have contemplated the picnic that never was played it out in my imagination felt the breeze tickling my exposed toes in the h..