Gerald Parker : Writing

Resident

Resident

A Poem by Gerald Parker


The faded Help for Heroes sticker in the rear window of his well worn twenty year old Fiesta speaks volumes, which is what it's meant to do. No ..
At Auntie Bessie's

At Auntie Bessie's

A Poem by Gerald Parker


The old man in the rocking chair was a piece of history made in Queen Victoria's reign. He was looked after at Auntie Bessie's in the fifties and ..
Au Café de Flore

Au Café de Flore

A Poem by Gerald Parker


Simone, please be quietand let me enjoy my pipe.But Jean-Paul, somethingmust have happened to Godot,we've been waiting for him for ages.Simone, please..
His Last Adagio

His Last Adagio

A Poem by Gerald Parker


There is a pained intensity in the last movementof Bruckner's last symphony; you take it as a farewell to life,the furrowed brooding caught by a ..
Long Forgotten

Long Forgotten

A Poem by Gerald Parker


Living on the built up edgeof historic Epping Forest,hacked down to size for Metrolanders,I tread where mighty oaks once stood,where animals followed ..
The Beingness of the Meek

The Beingness of the Meek

A Poem by Gerald Parker


There are somewho can tell youthe differencebetweena Magnificatand a Te Deumat twenty-five yardsthey're not so goodat one hundred yardsbut it doesn't ..
Departures

Departures

A Poem by Gerald Parker


I have often stood bemusedacross the river from fabled Pocahontas’ grave,once Defoe country, his brickworks and Crusoe,a place you don’t n..
After the Play

After the Play

A Poem by Gerald Parker


Vacating your seat, you toocan make language move:so, elbowing to the exitis the camaraderie of culture,your carriage waits in the stack, concrete pil..
On my way back

On my way back

A Poem by Gerald Parker


from the pharmacy with my chest complaint and my bag of medication I'm walking past a multicultural traffic-jam I can't hold my breath long en..
Centro Storico

Centro Storico

A Poem by Gerald Parker


In narrow, labyrinthinemedieval back-ways,old women sit and waitat open doors.‘Perso?’ one asks,seeing I look lost.The sun has almost drie..