This book, ‘Views from Harris Court’ collected poetry and images is for sale priced at  £7.95. With £5 20 going
to charitable organizations…
 If you would like to purchase a copy please e-mail orders@quickly.co.uk.

The poetry ideas arose over a period of three years from living and witnessing Cane Town – it sort of erupted!  Beneficiaries for this first print run being
St Edmund’s Catholic Church Calne and Multiple Sclerosis Society (see link).
www.mssociety.org.uk/

On this page you will see a
tasters as to the content of
the book.

Views from Harris Court

They watch from the river bank,
down to the waters below.
Divining their futures,
from shifting waters mellow…
And the river flows by…

Sunlit scenic sights,
for lovers immemorial.
Flowers bright and now,
lovers conspiratorial…
Still the river flows by.

The aged sigh to see the
rivers flow as they too go…
Nostalgias eddy with the flow.
Sunlight on the water curios,
and the river flows on.

And what for the morrow,
when the viewers are no more?
The river runs silent surely
for sure…
With no mention of the undertow…
Then the river steals away.

Kevin Bewley

Skin Deep…

She thought herself exceedingly lovely,
despite having weathered the years…
Her appetites were enormous,
yet never gave way to fears.
Her intolerance for others,
always gave cause for tears.

She saw herself as a siren.
To lift, charm and delight.
Had you seen her of a morning,
but surely a tremulous fright!
She saw herself as a Junoesque angel,
an enchantress of the secrets to the night…

She was as degenerate as the privy,
and all former loveliness had gone…
Had her squint eyes given true vision,
she would see what had gone wrong.
Her features resembled a pigs arse,
a by product of Babylon…