I brought out a book in December.
If you fancy a unusual and mischievous read, it’s available on Amazon, in paperback and Kindle versions, and also at Devizes Books
Thank you for your interest in my work.
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Poetry
The Cynic Speaks of Love
A Sonnet for Cynics for Valentine’s Day
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The Cynic speaks of Love; What lie is this
But lust dressed up in silky swathes of lace
In pretty words, and promises of bliss
Come pouting in her petticoats, her face
All flushed with rouge and scarlet on a smile
With kohl around her cold come-hither eyes
Come lie with me, my love, a little while
She’ll say, and pat the bed, and part her thighs
And flash her stocking tops gone all awry
And secret places oh so sweetly blessed
And you’ll believe, the Cynic said, as I
Who once was by her magic so possessed
In Love, when she is nothing but a whore
That’s forty quid, she said, and that’s the door
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© Gail Foster 14th February 2018
Garage Roses
A rhyme for Valentine’s Day…
Facebook Theology
On matters of the bible
I’ve been thinking, as you do
That probably, most likely
Only some of it is true
It’s a little bit like Facebook
I think as I scroll past
A meme about Leviticus
With which I can’t be arsed
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© Gail Foster 12th February 2017
Sorrow Weeps For Me
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In dusty cupboards, far from prying eyes
I hide my dark and private miseries
And dress for town in bright accessories
With reddened lips, and silkly stockinged thighs
And sickly smile, in magical disguise
For there be war to fight on days like these
Dark demons to defeat, and gods to please
And light to draw down from the sullen skies
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In dusty cupboards, Sorrow weeps for me
There be no place for cowards in the fray
Nor dark despair, nor moaning misery
To dull my fire and fill me with dismay
Or worse, betray me to the enemy
– I’ll catch you later, Sorrow, I’m away…
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© Gail Foster 28th January 2017
Bullshit Nirvana
for Steve Doolan
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Let the world turn as it will
‘Tis all the same to me
Blah Blah Bullshit Nirvana
Sweet, Sweet Epiphany
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Bring on the empty horses
For ‘tis all a comedy
Blah Blah Bullshit Nirvana
Sweet, Sweet Epiphany
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We come and then we go
We be and we not be
Blah Blah Bullshit Nirvana
Sweet, Sweet Epiphany
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I’m a bloke at a bar, I am
A wild bird flying free
Blah Blah Bullshit Nirvana
Sweet, Sweet Epiphany
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So I’ll have a lime and soda, ta
‘Tis all the same to me
Blah Blah Bullshit Nirvana
Sweet, Sweet Epiphany
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© Gail Foster 6th January 2017
Many Mansions; for Sister David Lewis
Photograph of Sister David Lewis reproduced by kind permission of Scott Coleman
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Sister David Lewis taught for many years at St. Joseph’s Catholic Primary School in Devizes in Wiltshire, and will be remembered by many with affection and gratitude.
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I’m crying for a Catholic nun
Who once was kind to me
As I sat there in my miniskirt
Bad mother, C of E
“Sister David, the police came round
And battered down the door”
“Well, do you know, my dear,” she said
“I’ve heard that one before”
And she blessed me, without blinking
With a smile on her face
And I knew I was forgiven
Hail Mary, full of grace
And I can hear as clear as day
The words she said to me
“In my father’s house, my dear,
There many mansions be”
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© Gail Foster 29th December 2016
