Gerald Parker : Writing

Charlesworth

Charlesworth

A Poem by Gerald Parker


Bang in the middle of Beech Road,just past the prefabs,on the way home from schoolin the first year,was where Charlesworth told mewhat mums and dads d..
Non Sequiturs on a Saturday Afternoon

Non Sequiturs on a Saturday Afternoon

A Poem by Gerald Parker


A sprinkling of spring sunshine and I bet people have alreadyforgotten the crashes on the roads yesterday because of fog,but I'm not forgetting my bes..
Pointless Connections

Pointless Connections

A Poem by Gerald Parker


Disused Quarry 1956It was when the tadpolesgot too old for the sweet-jarthat I went to the quarry,performed the necessary ceremony,and first felt pate..
Would you just be looking at those flowers?

Would you just be looking at those flowers?

A Poem by Gerald Parker


Wheeled along by a nurse,the limp girl in the gardenmust be in her twenties,with someone’s clothes,someone’s hair-style;her heels, institu..
Launching HMS Ark Royal, 1950

Launching HMS Ark Royal, 1950

A Poem by Gerald Parker


Victorious Britainstill looking defeatedfive years onrationing and malaisehaircurlers and debtbombsites and BrylcremeUnion Jacks out of nowherechildre..
Ask Flaubert

Ask Flaubert

A Poem by Gerald Parker


("We" start Madame Bovary then "we" disappear)Googling back to where I was fifty years ago,I come out of the Ecole Normale on Rue Anselmeand head for ..
Bombsite

Bombsite

A Poem by Gerald Parker


i. 1954Either mistaken half a mile off targetfrom the blacked-out Mersey docks,or off-loaded onto with full apologieson the way back to the Fatherlan..
Allotment Man

Allotment Man

A Poem by Gerald Parker


Old Pete?Now he could grow a thing or two,and he did, year after year,even when he got the wilt on him.Gave me tomato plants in spring,for finding his..
Usherette

Usherette

A Poem by Gerald Parker


She directs us to our seats,pointing with the wing of a swan,fingers trailing like feathers,Margot at the movies,hair tight in a bun,feet in first pos..
The Foreigner in the Lift

The Foreigner in the Lift

A Poem by Gerald Parker


Fierce pain sharked through his arm.Pietro Bornorquod rent air and ears,skeltered fatly through narrowing lift-doors,with desperado gusto of weary tra..