Chris Shaw : Writing

Highgate Cemetery

Highgate Cemetery

A Poem by Chris Shaw


A visit to Highgate Cemetery, London with Pandora a poet friend. Although it was a hot day she had shivers running up and down her spine.
If Your Face Doesn't Fit

If Your Face Doesn't Fit

A Poem by Chris Shaw


In an ice splintered twilightSits dark in the gloam'A bird on a wireThe others have flown.Perhaps they've migratedAnd left it alone?So I think of the ..
Interlude

Interlude

A Poem by Chris Shaw


Gentle waves of crystal kindness,edging closer to my feet,as I laze upon these pebbles,smooth and flattened on their surface,by the power of the sea.A..
Flightpath

Flightpath

A Poem by Chris Shaw


Playing with haiku
There Lingers Dignity

There Lingers Dignity

A Poem by Chris Shaw


Attempting a sonnet
A Winter Passing

A Winter Passing

A Poem by Chris Shaw


The price one pays in life for loveis grief, so when it grips you knowthe measure and the depth of itwhen passes on another soul.It took a fall of win..
Stones

Stones

A Poem by Chris Shaw


Before my Father died,he combed beaches for stones.Picked for surface smoothness,colour or shape.I picture him in my mind's eyeat Anstey's Cove,pocket..
Late O'Clock

Late O'Clock

A Poem by Chris Shaw


Beyond this rain splashed window pane,my eyes are drawn towards the town,three storeys high and looking downinto the harbour's thirsty mouth.Low tide,..
January Shadows

January Shadows

A Poem by Chris Shaw


Father - Daughter

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