Chris Shaw : Writing

Without Mercy

Without Mercy

A Poem by Chris Shaw


(South Devon's coastline in June)
Small Miracles

Small Miracles

A Poem by Chris Shaw


By the time I turn on our chrome plated kitchen tap gleaming and polished to perfection, observe a fountain of clear cold aqua gushing uninterrup..
When love loves me

When love loves me

A Poem by Chris Shaw


I do not often speak of love of candle light and snow white doves. I do not speak of harps and hearts or Cupid with his golden bow. But what I d..
Meeting Godiva

Meeting Godiva

A Poem by Chris Shaw


Being sent to Coventry was a phrase used if people weren't speaking to you. Coventry has its own heroine Lady Godiva, who was a landowner 900 years a..
Homeward Bound

Homeward Bound

A Poem by Chris Shaw


(one from the archives)
Revenge

Revenge

A Poem by Chris Shaw


(from the archives)
Tangerine Riot

Tangerine Riot

A Poem by Chris Shaw


From the archives, and a bit off season :)
Soldier Blue

Soldier Blue

A Poem by Chris Shaw


(one from the archives, Beth in the Army cadets)
Lend Me Your Ears

Lend Me Your Ears

A Poem by Chris Shaw


From the archives and a visit to the weir.