William Jenkinson – Jetzt ist der gefährliche Frühling / Now the deadly Spring

Jetzt ist der gefährliche Frühling

der Wind fegt den fruchtbaren
Boden weg und
die Wellen der ruhelosen Meere
brechen über die Strände

Und immer schneiden zahllose Mauern
die Machtlosen von der Welt ab

Aus dem Fernseher, nichts als Wahnsinn
Wichtige Personen stehen auf der Bühne
und haben nichts anzubieten

Draußen hör‘ ich Rufe:
Bussarde hoch am Himmel
die, leise, in einem Duo, mühelos
mit ihren weittragenden Stimmen,
schweben sie durch die Sonnengeküsste Luftder geteilten Andersheit der Tiere
Und ich finde Trost in ihnen
und augenblicklich fallen die Mauern



Now the deadly Spring

The wind sweeps the fruitful
soil away and
the waves of restless seas
break over beaches

and always innumerable walls
cut the powerless off from the world

On TV there is nothing but rubbish
Important persons stand on stage
and have nothing to say

I hear cries from outside:
buzzards flying in the heavens
Softly, in their duet, tirelessly
with their far-carrying voices
they soar through the sun-kissed air
in the shared otherness of the wild
And I find consolation in them
and in an instant the walls fall

Harry Gallagher – Adventurer


His is not a little life,
caged, safe behind parkgates;
instead he lives unbuttoned.

Bootstuds still muddied up,
playing yo-yo on the peg,
tired legs still kicking.

An extra sense
for where the zest is,
he hunts relentless.

He sees what marks us
is what makes us
and what he knows is this:

All that matters
is where the heart is,
all else is periphery.

Harry Gallagher has been published by, among others, IRON Press, Smokestack, The Interpreter’s House and Prole. His most recent book ‘Running Parallel’ (2019) was co-authored with p.a.morbid for Black Light Engine Room Press. He runs the Tyne & Wear stanza of the Poetry Society and is currently working on a commission from the BBC for National Poetry Day 2019.

Mondays and Fridays

I thought we should have a poem on a Monday, to set us up for the week, and one for Friday, to celebrate the coming weekend. Please keep your poems coming. The first poem will come on Friday July 26th. Meanwhile, I hope you don’t mind me adding a poem of my own.


A Chant Against the Times We Live In

Say                  live, love, learn,

………Say              no return

……….Say shout
………………say strong

…………….still belong

Say      darkening weather

….Say stick together

Say even this
……………..is not forever.