I am 74, and in 1998 had a stroke and my right side is paralysed. I lived in Cornwall, England until I was nineteen then I went to London and trained to be a Dentist, I then worked in London for thirty years before retiring and returning to Cornwall. My poetry is mainly about the things that I experienced and I am writing it to let people know that there can be a good life after a stroke. Some verse was written in the sixties, the rest in the last seven years.
A look. Two eyes
Filled with yearning.
A look. Two eyes
Gently burning
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On 21st of October 1966 a tip of coal slurry slid
Into the village of Aberfan and 144 people were
Killed.
Of these 116 were children who were buried
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Nineteen hundred and fifty,
There were a lot of girls
Out on the town then,
I was seventeen and
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The moor is at it’s best
In autumn, with the air
Full of moisture, the place
Closed in
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