Author: Vernon Scannell

They did not expect this. Being neither wise nor brave And wearing only the beauty of youth’s season They took […]

They should not have left him there alone, Alone that is except for the cat. He was only nine, not […]

He killed his wife at night. He had tried once or twice in the daylight But she refused to die. […]

Silver Wedding The party is over and I sit among The flotsam that its passing leaves, The dirty glasses and […]

The naked hunter’s fist, bunched round his spear, Was tight and wet inside with sweat of fear; He heard behind […]

My son aged three fell in the nettle bed. ‘Bed’ seemed a curious name for those green spears, That regiment […]

And now another autumn morning finds me With chalk dust on my sleeve and in my breath, Preoccupied with vague, […]

The appetite which leads him to her bed Is not unlike the lust of boys for cake Except he knows […]

That one small boy with a face like pallid cheese And burnt-out little eyes could make a blaze As brazen, […]

The bar he went inside was not A place he often visited; He welcomed anonymity; No one to switch inquisitive […]