Ed Blundell |
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The July Selected Poet is Ed Blundell Please feel free to email Ed at: edblundell@talktalk.net |
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SIRENS A voice as sweet as angels, A voice that sings at the sunset Sweet as the nightingale’s music, Surf sounds, the wind is a whisper, The ship a wreck and the sailors A SUDDEN DEATH Secret and insidious thoughts, Frail, old man with rheumy eyes, Devious and insidious lies, Frail, old man with haunted eyes, Terrible pains in my chest, DJINN In an ancient, crazed ceramic vase, One of an old primeval race, A shapeless, formless, fetid thing, When the full moon rode high in the sky, Some said the Djinn was weeping, In an ancient, crazed ceramic vase, |
Ed Blundell worked as a teacher of English, a school inspector and as Director of Education for the town of Stockport. Ed has had short stories and poetry published in over thirty magazines, including Popshot, Orbis, Psychopoetica, Carillon and Purple Patch. As well as having work featured several times in The Horror Zine, he has published horror poetry in Abandoned Towers, Death Head Grin, Hello Horror, Death Throes and several other UK and USA zines. He is currently contemplating publishing an anthology of his work. He gave up searching for the meaning of life after discovering there wasn’t one.
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