Beryl Stockman Poems


Every year grey streets return and grey tones on brown,
Damp seeps through to everything,
And someone sits in a doorway forbidden to go in.... more »


The sky is like a drive-in dream,
Pylons laced together against a watery sun,
And every angle, every corner turned,
Brings scribbled clouds washed in aethereal light,... more »

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