Manchild wielding his magic pen,
Conjuring houses and the folk who live in them,
Their gossip, their petty squabbles,
Their scandals and dreams
Floating in and out in soundwaves
On shipwrecking seas of beers and whiskeys.
Like a spell cast by a dying master
It blasts mighty off the page,
Spilling its wizard’s paint all over
His own messy existence:
The bard who parted with all that he had,
And left bugger all in return.
Harry Gallagher
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Poet, singer, songwriter, actor - there's no beginning to my talents. Working constantly and live blissfully on the North East coast
I’m a poet based in the North East of England and my poems have been published all over the place.
