In all our sanctuaries we sit at risk

Author: Rogan Wolf

  • National Poetry Day

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    The UK’s National Poetry Day took place on Thursday 4th October. The given theme was “change” – which seemed topical enough. I took real and enormous pleasure in spending some of the day in St Katherine’s School in Pill, on the outskirts of Bristol. I was acting as poet-in-very-temporary-residence, a public position with a slightly…

  • Parrot Finds Honour Lying Forgotten Among Our Ruins…

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    … and knows that honour must be the foundation of any future we might have. The Background : This latest little poem records actual events and an eloquent speech in the UK’s House of Commons in the Spring of 2015. For a video of an excerpt of the speech, see : https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-politics-32073791 For an article…

  • Parrot’s Cage

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  • Parrot Peers

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  • Parrot speaks to the 2-Bit mobsters

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    This latest parrot stanza refers to Theresa May’s encounter with the EU leaders in Salzburg yesterday and “The Sun’s” headline which appeared yesterday evening. It said : “EU DIRTY RATS – The SUN SAYS we can’t wait to free ourselves of the two-bit mobsters who run the European Union.” “The Sun” is owned by the…

  • Satan at Meat

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  • The Parrot Seeks a Cage

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    Here is that parrot again, bird of paradise, thundering from his cage in rhyme royal, claiming his liberty to speak his truth. He fears for his young and sees no true or worthy leaders anywhere, merely creatures of self-interest seeking their own gain from our flounderings in the valley of the shadow… Or put it…

  • I Send Greetings

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    The building pictured here is St Aldhelm’s Chapel. It is Norman, dark and damp and situated on the edge of a Dorset cliff, facing south. Sitting there, enclosed in those thick walls, you feel a bit like being in a deep cave, but placed up high and on an edge, stubborn yet precarious. Last Autumn,…