John Scully Poems

For I was reared in the great city
And saw nought but the sky
And the town's people
Packed in their caves
...

Don't break some heart
before you wish the week away
for whatever how it goes
one day will do for me.
...

We walked in air,
cross cliffs and peaks
and at dawn for ever and never
cried for all that there was,
...

Why cannot stay you longer
or wave goodbye
to help untread the knot
within my heart.
...

Close down the summer curtain
and shake the leaves and flowers,
allow the autumn ripples in
the slanted sunlight
...

I have heard the smoulderings
and the sighs from those thin flat stones
where the humble touch everywhere
at what is clear and clean.
...

It's the old miracle,
a sudden burst of inspiration
a once in a lifetime thought
perhaps the fascination of immortality,
...

I was not part of nature
but a drowning man
flattened, pounded, darkened
in the business of the ordinary.
...

I need the sun and sea
the pinks, the greens and yellow caravans
the weathered boarded holiday homes
so isolated in winter squalls
...

I climb up, a final look
its branches once gave weight
to when we went to play.
But now hang useless,
...