TYNESIDE POETS!

TYNESIDE POETS!

Friday 15 June 2012

GREY’S MONUMENT
































Grey –
this man and his brain’s conception,
clasped in stone.
Disdainful figure
raised
on a firm dry finger;
proud-stiff
above a time-bent avenue of dwindling lights.

The Earl’s pale forehead is cool and cloudy;
unblinking,
he views us all (as we view him)
in the same old, cold, way –
through the wrong end of a battered telescope,
through the dusty lens of history.

Strip away the tinsel
And this city’s heart is stone.



Keith Armstrong