Gerald Parker : Writing

The Last Tiger

The Last Tiger

A Poem by Gerald Parker


Another dodo moment: impossible for homo sapiens to avoid making itan all-ticket spectacular,one to capture for the memory, to savour, as it were, wit..
Chill Factor

Chill Factor

A Poem by Gerald Parker


Step outside today and,penetrating like neuralgia,worsening by the year,the cold air brings to mindsomething far more chillingthan Arctic winds,or ice..
Asylum

Asylum

A Poem by Gerald Parker


White-coated greetings,stinging questions,back with the morning,drone straight at me,then swarm past,turmoil in their wake,a whirlpool of noise,muddyi..
Healthy Competition

Healthy Competition

A Poem by Gerald Parker


Cross-country saved the pitchesin winter, fair enough,but made us intellectuals -us express tail-enders -miss the first bus after school.Three minutes..
Neighbourhood Watch

Neighbourhood Watch

A Poem by Gerald Parker


Still here, still in my pyjamas.Been reading your online poems.Only just made my second coffee.Retired neighbour walking past my house,upright as ever..
Play Centre

Play Centre

A Poem by Gerald Parker


(In Great Ormond Street Hospital for Sick Children, London)His mother had done her best to keep his mindon the painting they’d started together,..
The Game of Solitaire

The Game of Solitaire

A Poem by Gerald Parker


When is an uncle not an uncle? Answer: when he’s your auntie’s husband and she’s your dad’s sister so I must have some o..
Woolworths and I

Woolworths and I

A Poem by Gerald Parker


In those days there was snow when the postman trudged up the pathon Christmas Day in Liverpoolwith parcels in brown paperfrom aunts I didn't knowin Gl..
Through the Wall

Through the Wall

A Poem by Gerald Parker


Waking us up in the nightthe cat we were drowning, is a baby under the water, and the pair of voicesbubbling through the wallare frantic divers, cradl..
Everyone Remembers a Good Teacher

Everyone Remembers a Good Teacher

A Poem by Gerald Parker


One of the Forgotten Army.Classics was hard, coming back.Stood the seniors at the rear,his beady eyes smoothed the rows,Elvis after Elvis. March fifty..