I’ve seen sickness satisfied in upturned eyes.
I’ve seen the monkey, flying the tree, trying to be free,
I’ve seen through to the bone and your blood on the stone,
Where strangers have come opening umbrellas,
Protecting a bed of flowers from urine and rain for…
I’ve seen it all made up, with touching and words.
I’ve seen visitors sit smiling when the door is shut closed.
I’ve heard voices calling, hush as you answered your phone,
Where the woman watched from a window hiding,
An unmade bed with unmade stories to …
I’ve seen smart-suited men with ardent questions for more.
I’ve seen ribbons and tickets and scattered clothes on the floor;
I’ve seen you dress in veils, move from cupboard to door,
Where spattered stains marked the end of the dancing,
On a cotton bed, once white when …
I’ve seen the black car waiting, and the blue lights pulsing,
I’ve seen halls hung with arrows from mourning to morning,
And you thought you were lucky escaping with life,
When no-one was home at the end of the night,
Of firings repeating before they stop …
I've had many short stories, poems, and articles published, and a book '‘Dancing In the Waves'’ [Mer 1998].For ten years I was editor of ‘Screenwriter magazine.
Ihave run European writing workshops and lead the MA Screenwriting programme at Birkbeck College,, London University.I founded and am on the board of Euroscript, the UK's premier independent script training company.My full profile is on www.paulgallagher.eu
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