Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
It would've been my old man's 83rd birthday today. At 9am*** precisely he'd have rung either me, or one of my two siblings, and in his engaging Leeds accent thanked us for his presents - Ordinarily a decent bottle of red and a CD. After relaying his gratitude he'd hang up, going on to make... Continue Reading →
Saturday 5th May - It would have been my dad's birthday today - The first since his passing last October. Ordinarily on this day, we'd visit him with perennial presents of a bottle of merlot, along with a CD to embellish his eclectic collection. Despite always receiving this predictable pairing of gifts, we knew we... Continue Reading →
Mushy mind, emotions spent Enduring anger persists at karma’s folly Dysfunction reigns, parasol protects not Pretentious prose mine novel distraction Wordsworth without the words Shelley without the shell. Unrelenting detritus, any plans to move on? Like fab quartet mused, fool on the hill’s wants are excessive not Nowt high maintenance sought by nowhere man Peace... Continue Reading →
O’night dream, connotation concealed Taunting soul wi’ secret elucidation Norn man regressed to childhood forefathers domain Loft hiding clandestine past Water tank, Pandora’s Box Norn man reticent to unlatch O’night dream, connotation concealed Recurring visit to furrowed playing fields of youth Like a spectre, Norn man adorns all white Only ghosting though is beyond... Continue Reading →