Dark midwinter days.

~ Chris Black ~The Poet's Poet~

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Eerie is the only description
Those leaden grey skies, leaves
Which not long ago
Dressed trees and hedging
Now clog shores and roadside outlets.
The house lit only by candle light
A collection of torches with used batteries
Add to the dreariness
As dark days fall into pitch black night.
The open fire the only source of comfort
Playing conjuring tricks with food
As the one ring ‘scouting’ stove takes centre stage.
“Hunger is the spice of food”
(c) Chris Black. December 2017.

Published by Chris Black ~The Poet's Poet~

The published and unpublished manuscripts of Chris Black. A writer from Wexford, Chris has been writing and publishing poetry for over quarter of a century. September 2016 saw his dream come to fruition with the publication of his first book of Poetry and Short Stories titled Same Train, Different Track. Preferred reading - Autobiographies, the history of the native American Indian and a vast array of poetry books. Continues to write by day and night by giving the sawdust a shake which in turn awakens the grey matter. - has an eclectic taste in music, spent 16 happy years as a radio presenter in a part time capacity while "slaving" away at the coal face now enjoying all that retirement has to offer and more. Tweets @CJBlack2012, on Soundcloud @ https://soundcloud.com/the-poets-poet-1 youtube @Chris Black-poetry-spoken word. You can find his "work" at https://chrisblack2012.wordpress.com If you do happen to drop by do let him know your thoughts, who you are and where you come from - He will in time also pay you a return visit. Thank you.

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