I am delighted to have been appointed Poet in Residence to the Cuckmere Pilgrim Path. Feel free to join us for the launch.
 I am pleased that some of five of my poems - Envoi, Water Works,
To A New Priest, Lifting and Cadwr wenyn have been published in the latest edition of Theology (Vol. 124 No.4 July 2021), Single copies of the journal can be purchased via Sage Publishing Email: subscriptions@sagepub.co.uk or Phone: +44 20 7324 8701. What follows is a work in progress, I welcome suggestions on its improvement.
I would not normally be putting this out but after the leader of the dishonest, inept and corrupt administration of what passes for a UK government made his view clear, I thought it worth asking some questions..... MARBLES Is it a truth or beauty that calls you a thief? Broke but nobly connected you somehow convinced mother parliament, no doubt by the brief of your class, to pay thousands to put on show part of ill-gotten gains. You claimed you acquired these statues legitimately, using your post in diplomacy to build up the nation’s cultural capital, required to understand classical inheritance. It’s a fantasy. So some say, but the inheritors claim you had permission. Whose hands can touch the missing firman? I bet ambition burns in the well connected liar in a government of blue never to return the Parthenon’s jewels. Beauty is not always true. © Kevin Scully 2021 People are starving
Pumpkins become jack'o'lights All you need to know. © Kevin Scully 2020 There is a new journal of religious poetry.
If you want to learn more about it, this blog may help. Oh, and you will find three of my poems in the launch edition. As kids we mucked
about in mud, dabbled in dirt, frolicked in filth. But lockdown love means sep’rate beds; intimate space holds new meanings: Social distance, isolated, selves sealed off by lines on the ground. Hygienic hands waving hello while longing hearts dare not unleash. © Kevin Scully 2020 My neighbour could infect me
So I will stay away from him. My neighbour might subject me; Good thoughts of him grow grim. My neighbour may dissect me-- I’ll have to tear him limb from limb. Yet my neighbour can protect me So why not shelter him? © Kevin Scully 2020 This is an early draft. Any comments to shape it better? Get in contact. Light lushes on leaves
Angled sunshine on birch trees Birds’ beaks bark questions © Kevin Scully 2020 Another purchase
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