Danny Metcalfe : Writing

Three Shakespearian Sonnet Parodies

Three Shakespearian Sonnet Parodies

A Poem by Danny Metcalfe


Why does thou politics promise such beautiful days Why does thou politics promise such beautiful days, And make words travel forth into minds that cho..
Don't Give Up Hope

Don't Give Up Hope

A Poem by Danny Metcalfe


You want to be a musician, But don't have the skill to play, Don't give up hope, Just become a DJ.You want to be an artist, But you’re not a spe..
I Don’t Wanna Be Yours: After JCC

I Don’t Wanna Be Yours: After JCC

A Poem by Danny Metcalfe


I wanna be your feather duster Tickling your sense of selfI wanna be your General Custer Stealing your ancient land’s wealthIf you like your tea..
The Wind Playing Tricks

The Wind Playing Tricks

A Story by Danny Metcalfe


EARLY ONE SUMMER MORNING, I was walking the dog down a country road. The eyes of the sun were not yet fully awake yet its light was awake enough, un..
Two Poems

Two Poems

A Poem by Danny Metcalfe


Affection Her affection moves the earth, with music Divine - And holds Heaven’s ambition in flesh and stone; Knowing of the True desig..
Flood

Flood

A Poem by Danny Metcalfe


An old man had remained silent for many a blue moon, Sitting by a river, in the glory of God. His body glowed with a silent fire, That warmed the atmo..
Since Time is Memory...

Since Time is Memory...

A Poem by Danny Metcalfe


Since time is memory, I will forget to Understand And since time is full of philosophy, I will not philosophise And since I become aware of tim..
A Treat

A Treat

A Poem by Danny Metcalfe


In the shop window, sweets like jewels in jars, sparkle in the eye of the child, outside looking in. The winter air tickles his ears, turning ..
Crown Me With Eternity

Crown Me With Eternity

A Poem by Danny Metcalfe


God, crown me with Eternity, With its pure clarity and pure Space, Which doesn't blind but awakes. Crown me with Eternity, So I will not speak with my..
Getting caught in a protest, Lille, France

Getting caught in a protest, Lille, France

A Poem by Danny Metcalfe


Around the corner from the Queen Victoria, Where the street, touched by spring rain, split the light of day, I walked beneath the cries c..

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