Iain Lewis
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Eulogy for my fatherA Poem by Iain LewisA poem written for the end of my dad's eulogy. It' feeds from my childhood memories of him playing the guitar. Then touches upon the monster cancer .. |
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objectionable worldA Poem by Iain Lewisan angry mans comment on the chipping away of our perieved freedom |
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hall of mirrorsA Poem by Iain Lewisa pantoum eastern style of poetry |
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rant against the boogiemanA Poem by Iain Lewisa tirade from a slightly unbalanced, but fundamental athiest |
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rain fallA Poem by Iain LewisConceived in furnace Birthed through granite steel canal Nursed upon heather tartan tweed. After games under slagheap sunsets Coal burning war.. |
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