Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Departed Loiner’s final glass vessel; merlot bereft In smithereens; akin to spirits of those left behind Fragmented for regeneration; successor yet untold Like Loiner, vessel existentially intact two months prior Their chance meeting short, though physically & spiritually fruitful Distressingly, House of York affiliate’s hindmost drop of fermented grape Empty merlot vessel bereft... Continue Reading →
A splendid brunch, thought provoking works of sculpted art, along with the aesthetically pleasing amalgam of nature's autumnal colour variations, were amongst yesterday's compatriots. This gratifying trinity of gifts bequeathed to my wife and I during a sojourn to the Yorkshire Sculpture Park, on the outskirts of Wakefield. Fairly recently I concluded that I've not given modern art the appreciation it deserves. My opinions... Continue Reading →
Triggers abound; blindsiding brood Culprits melancholic refrain, aroma, vino, cuisine Messages present on device; though hearken avoided Sobbing avoidance key for offspring of taken Tears for departed patriarch not an option Resistance to avoid exhibiting fragility his lad’s focus. Triggers ad infinitum; their sporadic existence surety Though no surety of coping strategy to employ Has... Continue Reading →
Comfort zone, erstwhile sanctuary of clan chief Former chamber of serenity, grape and musical refrain Empty leather seat beckons product of god’s own county to no avail Empty brood hearts beckon man of god’s own county to no avail Sinatra in solitude, Darrin in desolation his clans hereafter. Yorkshireman’s invite to his sanctuary has... Continue Reading →
Name your ransom; what dowry for chief’s homecoming? Brood at sea, despite occupying terra firma Clan cut adrift, despite occupying terra firma Old Blue Eyes lament awaits chief Frankie’s throat cleared; though won't sing 'The Good Life' Wine rack bereft of buddy merlot For Pontefract cakes, blue is new black For the brood, skies black... Continue Reading →
Pernicious canker; indiscriminate spitefulness Teases with capricious exhibitions of salubriousness Clan chief Strachan stricken Consequently, brood akin to felines on tin roof scorching Seven years canker has taunted caricature Norn man ponders if he fragmented mirror in 2010. Similar to Damocles sabre, malignancy menaces Jeering at chief’s brood from position incurable It’s presence sickens... Continue Reading →
A gentleman in every sense Half full glass, brimming heart Though Sunday’s Jolly Miller jaunts times glass untenanted Initiated offspring’s worship at LS11 kirk; Roots irrefutable Brood unconditionally sheltered; selfless acts thy default Role model role; model role model. Family purgatory at current plight melancholic Keep thine spirit gentleman, despite annus notgoodius The wolf... Continue Reading →
On Monday afternoon, while Karen was undergoing an MRI scan, I interspersed people watching with writing prose in a waiting area of the Bexley Wing, Leeds. The sonnet was written in a deliberately pretentious style, for which I make no apology. During this poem I made mention that St James (the name of the hospital currently... Continue Reading →
Chamber of lingering, institution of inflicted Seemingly endless tenancy o’er seven summers; brood support plural Carer career abiding; careering confidence consequential Caricature spent emotionally; parking fees spent frequently Oppressive chamber calefaction; procrastinating in dept Radiation Unfaltering resource dedication; vocational tools medication. Jimmy’s, affectionate moniker for institute of St James Minions of Zebedee’s son challenged... Continue Reading →