Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
In lockdown, to continue revisiting some of the 60-70 poems written in summer 2017 (don't worry I'm not gonna post them all!), I present prose penned to a higher being, pleading my moribund father be granted more familial time. Who that being was/is I don't know. But regardless if it was one of the Holy... Continue Reading →
At a risk of alienating my readers and social media followers, this week I've embarked upon the always risky strategy of publishing my poetry. A controversial pastime which led to the following observations on the blurb of a poetry book I self-published a couple of years back. Today's sonnet contains a few observations about the... Continue Reading →
I've absolutely no issue with religion per se. The comfort it brings to those with faith in a host of dreadful situations is heartwarming and noble. In addition, I've nothing but admiration for those who live by the ecclesiastical edicts they serve as a life choice to follow. I am, though, baffled by individuals who... Continue Reading →
After positive feedback, I've been moved to publish more of my lockdown poetry. When I say positive feedback, I'm referring to a comment received this morning following yesterday evening's publishing of my sonnet Legacy To The Progeny ...... An acquaintance so emotionally stirred by my prose they posited "I tell you what, Gary..... That poem was nowhere... Continue Reading →
As relayed in the poem Poisonous Pathogen, in lockdown I'm revisiting the literary conduit of poetry. In this case with a revamped sonnet in tribute of my paternal and maternal grandfathers. Two men whose jocularity fuelled my penchant of seeking a quip out of the most challenging of circumstances. Legacy “I was in Bagdad when you... Continue Reading →
It's rare I dabble in the genre of poetry writing. I spent some of the summer of 2017 penning around 50 odd sonnets, but stopped when concluding the old school prose style I adopted when chronicling these verses was too self-indulgent for widespread appeal, Under these COVID-19 times, though, this evening I felt moved to... Continue Reading →
It's a few years since I've penned a sonnet. However, in the isolation of a West Yorkshire dining room, this evening I felt moved to quill prose about the prevailing shenanigans surrounding the COVID-19 pandemic:- SONNET TO COVID Indiscriminate pathogen, agenda stark Rendering us hermits, unless we roam park Enough already, you’ve made toxic mark Existence... Continue Reading →
Sustained by a Costa coffee, sausage sandwich and a bottle of iced sparkling water, I currently gaze down from a perch in the aforementioned cafe. The target of this voyeurism the massed ranks of consumers below as they wander the main shopping centre thoroughfare, in which I temporarily lodge. There's something almost poetic about watching... Continue Reading →
A couple of days back a mate in Gateshead announced on social media he'd become a grandad. Witnessing this posting led me to post a tribute YouTube video on my buddy's timeline showing a recording of Dad's Army actor Clive Dunn's 1970's novelty single 'Grandad'. A misguided action on my part which've meant for the... Continue Reading →