John G. Hall

I found a singer who knew my song
who loved my lyrics with her slender voice
But my fingers played too fast to follow,
squeezed too hard on loves hair trigger, back fired
at close quarters, my innocence a hidden gunner.
A sound in the soul that ricochets continuous
with the crack in the night , the powder flash
and the perfume of cordite, my last post played
on the torn bodhran of my sweet Belfast bomber.

John G.Hall Manchester UK born . Editor of Citizen32(Launching October 2004). Writes plays,short stories and poetry. Political activist 1979-90. Member of the South Manchester Poetry Group during the 70's. Regular reader at 'The Why Not Pub"-Liverpool during the 80's. Attended Lancaster University, Reading Social History, in the 90's. Poetic influence William Blake and Robert Creeley. Now writing a Sc-fi novel called "The Drowning fish".