Authorz: David Lewis Paget

Jiao Ba Lu is an ancient street, The cobbles are overgrown, A few mean dwellings still bar their doors The others are falling down; They…

You can’t see the tiny village In the bush, called Barton Leas For it’s hidden in a hollow, Down a track and through the trees,…

I swore, when my wife took off one night That I’d never love again, She’d left a note by the candlelight: ‘I’ve been seeing other…

The year was bad, the crops were burnt, The dragon turned his back, The River Wei was almost dry The earth was brown, and cracked,…

She lived right next to the forest In a cottage of wattle and daub, A roof of bark and a floor of dirt With a…

The play was called Salomé, and we Thought it was an omen when The girl that played the leading part Was stricken with the mumps,…

The saltbush stirred in a sullen breeze At the Coober Pedy Mine, Where the ground was baked to a shallow crust With the surface cracked,…

I had seen the woman briefly on A trip to Baden-Baden, Where I’d gone to sell my perfumes, And my stock of fragrant oils. It…

Ad-ma was a techno, and he worked for Magno Rep., Logging vagaries of asteroids, their orbits, speed and depth, On the eastern shore of Atalan,…

Both Zhang and Tao, and Wang and Chen They stare at the Chinese moon, For the fifteenth day of the eighth month They’ve waited and…

I was leaning on my shovel, in a hole As black as pitch, With a plug of fine tobacco in my pipe To scratch my…

There was morning dew, and the sky was blue When the stranger came to town, Riding a painted wagon, pulled By horses, black and brown,…

He came down from the mountainside, His beard was white, his hair was grey, He brought his retinue of priests All buckled in a warlike…

We were out in the North Atlantic When the storm began to blow, We reefed in the tops and gallants so We wouldn’t end down…

From Cap de Hault to Frenchman’s Lease Lies seven miles of moving ice, A lady comes there once or twice a year To view that…

When the sun has set in the wintertime And I’m all alone in this grey old house, I bolt the shutters and pull the blinds…

(They found her body right under the stairs Where it had lain for twenty years, The neck was broken, I heard folks say – ‘Too…

From the whirling clouds of matter swirled From some dark distant place, Far beyond the distant vistas that The Hubble’s lens could trace, There approached…

The air was still, the eve was chill And the Elders forecast rain, They looked to the distant rolling hills At the ominous cloud that…

The bus stood still in the cul-de-sac, He knew it had come for him, For the colours of day were beginning to fade And the…