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POETRY
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PLEASANT CAPTIVITY (2023)

Chris Wade's second volume of poetry. 

UK AND USA

REST OF WORLD

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THE SEA OF THE NIGHT
​(2022)

A collection of poems from Chris Wade, written in the past few years. 

UK AND USA

REST OF WORLD

​Early Winter Day
 
Today's an early winter day
Feels so close to yesterday
My breath is clear now in the air
I watch it float and linger there
 
As I walk towards the big school gate
I realise we are almost late
The front door swings and opens wide
She stops to wave then goes inside
 
Parents darting down the path
Kids in jackets, scarves and hats
Kissing cheeks and scurrying feet
Voices rise in the busy street
 
I take a slow walk through the yard
Hands in pockets, cold fingers hard
I see the church's old cold stone
The graves the departed now call home
 
The park is empty save a man
Who walks like only an old man can
He nods his head when I go by
And when I pass I hear him sigh
 
Across the grass as the sun appears
The sight of home becomes clear
My shoes get stuck amidst the mud
Wish I could run just like a child would 
​The Train in the Distance
 
The smell of cut grass in the air
A studious bird which makes no sound
Stands out of reach of the feline brood
That horn I often hear echoes afar
A train just passing through
Carrying workers and day trippers alike
Two metres apart of course
Rules must be followed
Even by the trolley man
Offering butties and teas
Pulling the cart down the aisle
Careful not to bump into feet and dint shoes
I can hear it screech upon the hot metal tracks
Sweating faces peering through glass
Whizzing past the endless fields
And a weird shack in the overgrowth
As I sit beside the expanding tree
Miles away, unseen by them
And neighbours around me speak but say nothing
Wasted words instantly forgotten
Like a thought I might have myself
Vital now, but worthless within the hour
Up by the expanding tree
With the train in the distance
Which is merely passing through
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