by Alex MacGregor Awaken, friends, this is the dawn of a new day For now we leave behind the time we can no longer turn back For now we leave behind the futile grains of unfulfilled sand Let us not hold onto our grievances, the dead lichen of the day before Let us not deny … Continue reading Begin Again
By Alex MacGregor Nothing has changed. Polished wood, radiator guards. Chairs stacked in two. Windows peeling with white paint. Nothing has changed. Pyrex mugs, a giant urn. Coffee, tea. Custard creams and bourbons. Nothing has changed. The distant echoes. Squeaking footsteps, joyful laughter. Not knowing where we were going. Nothing has changed. Clinging evermore to … Continue reading The Hall
What Christmas Means to Me by Alex MacGregor A choir singing merrily on high Oxford Street lighting up the sky Frost nipping my rosy cheeks 24 days, counting down the weeks Roaring fires, all snug and warm Excitement when I wake in the Yuletide morn Stockings hung, the tree lit up Heady mulled wine filling … Continue reading A festive poem from yours truly…
