Poem by James Lilley “Pink Gin”

Pink Gin

Watching from, back, a little 
His son, stood alone, hand resting on 
Black obsidian stone 
Afraid to ask the questions 
And have no answers 
A down pour covered his tears 
Shoulders shuddered from the cold,
Regret, 
The unspoken moments 
Of an unfulfilled future 
They could no longer  spend together 
 finally joining him 
Pink gin in shot glasses 
One in the Earth 
Awkward embraces 
Our fragile existence 
Our friend gone.


WAIT by James Lilley from Punk Noir Magazine


A Quick-9 Interview with James Lilley (the boxing poet from Swansea)


Poem by James Lilley : The Blue Hour in Fevers of the Mind Press Presents the Poets of 2020



By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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