I write as I wonder as I wander.

Christopher L Perry

Journey of Words…latest posts

  • on loss

    we burble onfrom day to dayuntil the momentwhen nothing more is heardso suddenlyan innings endsa surprise to allnot least the departed batsmanno calling him backhis innings has been concludedscored by a double chevron in the bookhow out stated bluntlywhether caught, stumped, bowledrun out, hit wicketwe are all timed outeventuallythe sequence of runs marked downsketches out… Read more

  • on the island in the autumn

    the weather comes tumbling up the Channelin clumps of cloudscasting thick shadowsjacket onwhen the droplets don’t look like stoppingjacket offwhen sunbeams burst through’til the next curtain’s drawnwhite horses riding the rolling greenare broken in on the shinglebeneath the rusting pierblown along the city terracesplane tree papery leaves stickto windscreens, flagstones, the soles of shoesslimy, slippery,… Read more

  • in Memphis (2022) / on Ukraine

    We’re at a bus stopOn Elvis Presley BoulevardWe’ve been to checkThe King’s still deadAnd waiting thereIn Tennessee’s afternoon heatWe talk of EuropeWhat we’ve shared of itThe moral question?For a young Polish man from EnglandOn holiday with his fatherThere is no doubtI’d be going home to fightWith no thought of checking outHeroic resistanceRemember The AlamoThe Red… Read more

  • on Ukraine

    It is like dealing with a kid”Time to stop now.”Absolutely no response”I said, that’s enough.You’ve been on that game too long.””Hang on. I’ve nearly finished this level.””No. Stop now! That’s enough.Come out of your room.You must join us at the table.””I’m really into this now.And I’m not really hungry.””It’s your favourite dish.It’s been especially prepared.… Read more

  • Tap Out

    You pay to pass through the gatesTap inTap outHaving completed your routeBut Gaza’s Nasser hospitalIsn’t a scheduled stopThe missiles flew inThe walls blew outThen again into the rubbleWith rescuers attendingWas this what was intendedTap TapA ‘Double Tap’attackDead journalists, medicsDead rescuers on the sceneThe architects of this warAre beyond obscene~ n.b. Something has to change. How… Read more

  • on Ukraine

    24th August, 1991Tearing a strip off the Iron CurtainThe Ukraine Soviet Socialist Republic broke awayNo one said it would be easyKyiv wasn’t built in a dayOut of the maelstromThe stirring of the potThe plot and counter-plotA nation finding its feetAfter decades of decayWith grey painted over the cracksUkraine turned toward the light pouring through the… Read more