Monthly poem - December 2018

(shot dead 8th December 1980)

John, you were the one,
Raw and beautiful, ready to fight.
Liquorice eyes in your deadpan face,
You were made for black and white.

I screamed for you at the Odeon,
Had your pictures on my wall,
I was young and burning up,
Getting ill so I could miss out school.

A city came behind you,
The docks with their boom and clang,
New York calling Liverpool,
Pain and lust in the words you sang.

John you were the one,
You made our bodies twist and shout;
Smudged with would-be kisses,
You brought the North down South.


Jehane Markham

Photo of Jehane Markham by Heini Schneebeli

Jehane Markham is a true poet...
her poems glow like impressionist paintings.

Adrian Mitchell

Love wells up out of Jehane Markham's work... it made me cry.
Gillian Allnutt

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