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The Markfield Tomb – poem by John Gallas

John Gallas

The Markfield Tomb

Though it’s April now, when even shades are bright,
what was A Fine & Noble Wife Below remains unsprung.
Her monument in leafy tongues battered out of stone declares
that The End of Time is the Beginning of Eternity.

So she waits, in a lapidary swimming-pool with four
stone pineapples, departed, but not there yet,
for the Fiery Crane, and watches while she floats,
to the north, south, east and west.

The silver birches hold their silver breaths :
under the pavement Eternity counts – seventeen million
six hundred and fourteen thousand eight hundred
and ninety two. An angel sucks his trumpet.

Sometimes up, sometimes down, from pinkish coffin cliffs
to wet, black, corky beds, the Noble Wife treads water.
Down we go : the lawnmower is coming, tossing wisps of hay
into the springing air. The birches glitter on the wind.

The Markfield Tomb by John Gallas was Commended in the Sentinel Literary Quarterly Poetry Competition May 2016 judged by Mandy Pannett.

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Results of the Sentinel Literary Quarterly Poetry Competition (May 2016) Judged by Mandy Pannett

Commended David Smith – Hutton’s Unconformity John Gallas – The Markfield Tomb E K Wall – Slapton’s sand trails   Highly Commended Richard Law – Civil War – Richard Law John Darley – Still Life Elisabeth Sennitt Clough – A … Continue reading






Empty Houses of the Fled – a poem by John Gallas

John Gallas

Empty Houses of the Fled
(after the Revolution, Havana)

Dying of ennui and rum
the housemaids of Miramar drift
from shut room
                           to shuttered room
held up by vacuum-cleaners,

tidying amongst the loomed and florid shades
of furniture, whose hot,
unsteady varnish swims
                                         like melting glass, hopelessing
under a red sky.

Outside, in someone’s dark garage,
a peppermint Pontiac crackles its finish;
a giant bonbon, still-wrappered,
                                                          spat out
in sweating flits of petrol.

* ‘Empty Houses of the Fled’ by John Gallas was commended in the Sentinel Literary Quarterly Poetry Competition (November 2015) judged by Oz Hardwick

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Results and Judge’s Report – Sentinel Literary Quarterly Poetry Competition (November 2015)

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Judge’s Report By Oz Hardwick   I didn’t think to count the number of poems with which I started – it was the sort of pile I’d be more inclined to weigh than count, anyway – but after careful and … Continue reading