Warwick Park
Light slips quickly away from Warwick Park
The laughter lies like broken forgotten toys
The crows and gulls bob as buoys
And the time is eerie, cold, and dark
There is a heavy gothic air most nights
The trained tamed laughter follows on
Heard from sunset til the night is gone
There is no fear Heights
Left here among the forgotten thoughts
The voices whisper in lies and torts
The columned entrance forebodes time
Watching waiting for freedoms chime
The creatures of the night flee the shadows
And strangely not seen until the light goes
First published in the Screech Owl 2013
Jonathan Beale has 300 plus poems published in Decanto, Penwood Review, The Screech Owl, Danse Macabre, Danse Macabre du Jour, Poetic Diversity, and also; Voices of Israel in English, Miracle-E-zine, Voices of Hellenism Literary Journal, The Journal, Ink Sweat & Tears, Down in the Dirt, & (Drowning: Down in the Dirt July 13 Scar publications), The Poet as Sociopath (Scar publications), The English Chicago Review, Mad Swirl, Poetry Cornwall, Leaves of Ink, Ariadne’s Thread, Bijou Poetry Review, Calvary Cross, Deadsnakes Review, The Bitchin Kitsch, The Dawntreader, I am not a Silent Poet, Pyrokinection, Festival of Language, ‘Don’t Be Afraid: An Anthology to Seamus Heaney’, Ygdrasil, the Four Seasons Anthology and The Seventh Quarry. He was commended in Decanto’s and Café writers Poetry Competitions 2012. His first collection for Hammer and Anvil ‘The Destinations of Raxiera’ was Published November 2015. He studied philosophy at Birkbeck College London and lives in Surrey England.
