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Nightfall. A poem by Richard Jones, October 2011

Draw near my faithful friend. Come take my jewelled words. Their journey nears an end. The forest throngs with silent birds.   Follow the path, across the hill. There is no other you can take. Climb up where the air is still, High above the shimmering lake.   Follow the kestrel’s sun red wings. They’ll lead you to the water’s edge. Tread carefully as he brings You down to cool slate ledge.   Then swing back your mighty arm. Aim as you sense my heart begin to swell. Aim at the centre of the calm When that moment comes, only you can tell.   Jewels cast away no longer charm.. No need to mark their hiding place. Now watch a skin of ice begin to form Memories of a once familiar face.   More poems from Richard ‘Rej’ Jones can be found on the lively blog ‘A Fistful of Poetry’ at http://a-fistful-of-poetry. archived together with over 250 others. In a little under 5 years the blog has been picked up in 97 different countries in 2020 towns and cities.

Insomnia. A poem by Richard Jones, September 2011

Midnight on the bare mountain,

pressing flesh into stone,

seeking shelter from the wind

that slices to the bone,

facing down my fears

until the demon’s done.


Mid-day/night in anonymous cell.

The light always bright in my eyes,

so who can tell? I count the scratches

on the bloody wall, the ones that mark

each blow that landed, each time I fell,

each time you dragged me up, the smell

of your sweat, my fear now,

waiting for your footsteps’ warning fall,

running finger tips over cuts and grazes,

feeling bruises bloom and swell.


Midnight on the king-size bed,

Plenty room to toss and burn,

Time enough and more to listen

To the slow wheel’s turn.

For all Palestinians imprisoned ( the majority without trial ) by the Zionist state.

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