Keith Robson

poem by Keith Robson

The cold winds of evening gradually fell asleep In the bowers of the whispering woodland, Even the stream’s meandering grew vague Like a child who had lost the way home again, Or a scholar trying to decipher The shaded pag... Read more

poem by Keith Robson

From wind that cried then softly died, until at last it merely sighed, A memory wrapped in imaged song, without the need for right or wrong A cornerstone of long ago, when life still had somewhere to go, A memory intertwined with d... Read more

poem by Keith Robson

Loneliness is so serene, no-one can ask where you have been, no footprints by you in the sand, no words that you misunderstand, no breeze to blow the mists away, no golden dawn or brand new day, just breathing in the depths of nigh... Read more

poem by Keith Robson

Her cracked ice breath crazed on the air that held her frozen beauty there, the night maid with such quiet sighs, looked up at star touched paper skies where the writings of evening unfolded themselves, like words from the bo... Read more