Chris Shaw : Writing

After Hours

After Hours

A Poem by Chris Shaw


(apologies for small type, using my phone)
Sunrise from Gull Haven

Sunrise from Gull Haven

A Poem by Chris Shaw


low sun on the horizon in slow motion serenely through dawn sky dolphins, arched backs black and graceful swim in pink deep sea interspersed wit..
Endymion (Bluebell)

Endymion (Bluebell)

A Poem by Chris Shaw


A very old poem, posted for Stella
In A Glade Within A Wood

In A Glade Within A Wood

A Poem by Chris Shaw


bluebell stands alonein sight of an ocean sea beware shark attack
Fearsome

Fearsome

A Poem by Chris Shaw


(Bedtime fairy tales)
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Wind Of Change

Wind Of Change

A Poem by Chris Shaw


(Plants talking)
Strings

Strings

A Poem by Chris Shaw


For Nicola, much loved friend and pop in neighbour
When Night Calls Time On Day

When Night Calls Time On Day

A Poem by Chris Shaw


What happens to the sinking sunwhen night calls time on day?Does he wave to say goodnightbefore he slips away?Does he shout his shifts all done,then w..
On the boat yard, hard standing

On the boat yard, hard standing

A Poem by Chris Shaw


Inspired by Neville Pettitt's Exploding Flowers, (writing poetry, instead of cleaning the inside of our boat.)
Thinking of Mum

Thinking of Mum

A Poem by Chris Shaw


On Mother's day, thinking of her, neither here nor there in a nursing home 200 miles away