Poems from Carl Halling
Dear, I haven’t been in touch
For a long time.
Sorry.
The last time I saw you
Was in St. Christopher’s Place.
It was a lovely evening......
I remember the grey slithers of rain,
The jocular driver,
As I boarded the bus
At Temple Meads,
And the friendly lady who told me
When we...
This place is always a little lonely
At the weekends...no noise and life;
I like solitude,
But not in places
Where there’s recently been
A...
Perhaps she lives
In our dreams alone,
She whose face is
Illumined
By the rays
Of the sun,
While the dansette plays
Some romantic melody,
O...
Stevie, we were free,
Stevie, you and me,
On that golden day,
Was it ’68?
The decade’s last few days,
The whole wild world was crazed,...