Chris Shaw : Writing

Nurture

Nurture

A Poem by Chris Shaw


male swans do not incubate eggs of their soon to arrive cygnets they are however both protective and present keeping a watchful eye on pro..
Free Floating

Free Floating

A Poem by Chris Shaw


that one and only prized phone photo taken in the depths of a bluebell wood where we paused after a long walk careful not to tread where the flora..
Yellow Is The Colour

Yellow Is The Colour

A Poem by Chris Shaw


little flower when i look deep into your open sunshine petals reminding me of butter and all that is good in life and worth the celebrat..
When a stranger asked

When a stranger asked

A Poem by Chris Shaw


on the journey home from work shortly before the inner circle tube she stopped to purchase candles her belly swollen beneath a white cotton sm..
Resilience

Resilience

A Poem by Chris Shaw


(nature leading the way)
Yo-Yo

Yo-Yo

A Poem by Chris Shaw


(found in some old notes, a reflection on bereavement)
The Summer of ‘49

The Summer of ‘49

A Poem by Chris Shaw


(teenage kids)
April Birthday

April Birthday

A Poem by Chris Shaw


(the date almost passed me by)
Seen With Sadness

Seen With Sadness

A Poem by Chris Shaw


take a long look at Winnie commissioned in serious sepia here she sits before a camera lens focused to capture pale features her long dark ri..
Nothing To See

Nothing To See

A Poem by Chris Shaw


A Senryu