‘The Number 217: A Glimpse of Armageddon’: A Poem by Paul Martin Freeman
The Number 217: A Glimpse of Armageddon "And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes" ---Chaucer, Canterbury Tales It happened ...
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‘Epitaph for a Lost Civilisation’: A Poem by Paul Martin Freeman
Epitaph for a Lost Civilisation "Mine honour is my life; both grow in one: Take honour from me, and ...
Quite a turnaround in 'Solitude'. I thought the first stanza was one of the best scene setters and descriptive pieces…
A wonderfully evocative piece of poetry, bringing together all those froggy fairy tales in a wonderfully whimsical way. Thanks for…
We lesser mortals tend to think the constellations and stars rotating above our heads tell stories from Greek and Roman…
When we stop 'puzzling' over the world and the things around us, we are indeed mired in the mundane of…
These are two wonderfully candid poems on both the anxieties and the acceptance of ageing. The intricate thought process and…
