Thursday, 22 November 2018

Ding-Dong Not So Merrily With May...

It being the season of goodwill an' all that, this Gargoyle has taken it upon herself to compose a little Christmas ditty for the attention of our beloved bleeder...ooops sorry...'leader'...Theresa May...*spits*...

This is best read to the tune of...'God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen'...

A question Dear Theresa May

How do you sleep at night

Knowing that your policies

Put people's lives in plight?

I suggest quite easily

For one who can so breezily

Deprive us of comfort and joy

All hope you destroy

As you deprive us of comfort and joy

Can you relax when bedroom tax

Is lurking at your door

Course you can 'cos it's not you

Who struggles to afford

All the things that we are losing

At your whim and by your choosing

Do you wonder why you are so abhorred

So abhorred

If we could we'd abhor you even more

Libraries shutting

Health Care struggling

Businesses closed down

Mentally disabled each victims of your plan

To cut the cost of public spending

By our lives prematurely ending

Happy now you've run us into the ground

Into the ground

And sadly come the end you're still around!!

Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard 

Wednesday, 21 November 2018


There is no room

For melancholia here

No nesting corners

Bearing sad predictions

There is space only

For the bounteous celebration

Of sanguine prophecies

And the buoyant skip

From one precious day

To another

Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Wednesday, 14 November 2018



Is the refuge of cowards

True courage lies

In those who dare

To face today

Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard


Four tins of Fosters

Tucked under his arm

Four cans of company

For him to take home

Four minutes walk

From his house to the shop

Four daily visits

And still not enough

Four years and fifty

 Regret ageing young bones 

Four seasons yearly

Each one spent alone

Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Sunday, 4 November 2018



I think of giving up

Let the ache break me

Let the pain take me


I think of moving on

Let the hurt burn me

Let redemption spurn me


I think of lying down

Let the soil hide me

Let no sound find me


I think of letting go

Let the madness leave me

Let my exit release me




Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Saturday, 3 November 2018

By Your Side...

I saw the tiredness

In your eyes

I felt the slowing

Of your step

I heard the crying

Of your heart

As you struggled

To find breath

And yet

Throughout these labours

You always

Cared for me

Your gentle hands

Still tending

Your love

Warm company

And in return

I loved you too

Never wanting

To leave your side

Nor shall I now

As you lie at rest

I will guard you 

'til I too die

Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

(painting: The Old Shepherds Chief Mourner-Edwin Landseer 1837)

Friday, 2 November 2018


She exorcised her demons

Soon regretting that she had

When far too late she realised

The best part of her was the bad

Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard