Dear Loyal Readers and Followers:
I asked Paul Beech (UK) if he would kindly let me reprint his poem.
Please read below.
Please find below my poem Countdown. Many thanks for requesting it. If you’d care to run it on your blog, I’d be delighted.
Countdown stems from my days as a social housing manager, helping the homeless, and concerns an old boy from the wilds of the Peak District borderland.
My work with the homeless, spanning the whole range from bankrupted businessmen to battered wives, was challenging, grueling and often harrowing too. As I said on your blog, I was daily reminded of the old adage, “There, but for the grace of God, go I.”
The pay-off was when a good outcome was achieved, with a new home found for the client, a chance to get back on with life. Yes, this was satisfying indeed.
Have a good Sunday.
My very best,
Midnight in bed,
and a whirling, rustling spiral of dreams,
fragments of the day gone by,
dead leaves in a storm.
and a lingering whiff of witchcraft,
the smell of an old tramp,
woodfire for warmth in the snow.
and a hazy moon replicated on my pane,
ghostly eyes, accusing still:
“S’alright for you, Guv, you’ve gorra big ‘ouse.”
and downriver a cock crows,
time to do it all again, almost:
another day with the homeless.
Note: ‘Countdown’ was first published in the author’s collection Twin Dakotas: poetry and prose (Cestrian Press, 2016) and subsequently in Unheard (Cestrian Press, 2016) and The Sons of Camus Writers International Journal, Issue 13, Autumn 2017.