Pauper, the Next

What is this I see before me?
Hell in all its glory...

Death.
Die.
Pass into emblem of state,
no file await the Hollywood
this time.
No Nightingale lines the larynx.
Not for you
flashpoint God
Of yellow lines and slender tantrum.

Adore today
adieu today,
but not the night
when you silently pass
(without fanfare)
into the It,
the What.
Whatever.
Bone broke
Thomas with green,
brackets with sulphur.
Click boxes
and the bait men would raise
and seethe...

©Steven Francis poems 2013

Newsflash!

In the Burry Port Star

This was one of my appearances in local newspaper the Burry Port Star in November 1997. The headline is inaccurate because as good as a poet as he was, Dylan Thomas was never an inspiration of mine. I was/am more into the other Thomas, R.S. Thomas and Hedd Wyn, Coleridge, Ginsberg and the like.


Poseur

Linkway Magazine

My poetry inside...

In Burry Port (my hometown) back in 1993 a lady named Fay Davies (a writer herself) published the Linkway magazines pictured above. It featured poetry mostly but short stories were also included on occasion. Naturally being an enthusiastic, young poet I submitted my early works to the publication and they appeared in several editions (all of the ones in pic) of which I was pleased.
One must remember that in the early nineties, blogging and publishing work on your own website hadn't yet arrived so to have a platform like Linkway where your work was distributed all over Carmarthenshire, was very exciting. Even more so for this hungry poet because I loved seeing my works in print with my name underneath boldly announcing my arrival.


Shine young poet!