My father was a working man who wrote poems for many years. The context of these, though often introspective, are concerned with his take on life and the activities of people, and his view of his home country as an exile. He died last year and I thought it fitting, as a mark of respect, and also because I enjoy his poems, that others should have the chance to share them.


Robert Wylie Poems

Tribal Markings

No regrets about throwing
Cut-throat razors in the air,
And catching them in my teeth,
Such has been my life-long remedy... more »

Saint Martin's Steps

It seemed that there were
As many cameras as faces
In the streets around Trafalgar Square.... more »

At Shoeburyness

Down beyond where the scarce sand
Apologises for dark mud,
The estuary boats rest keel-fast.... more »

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