The Songs and Poems of Nicolas Clare

When I first started writing poetry at the age of 19, I wrote under the pen-name Nicolas Clare – influenced by my then poetic hero John Clare.

Today, as the poems and songs begin to burgeon, I have resurrected the name and opened a new public Facebook portal exclusively for this work. It can be found here: https://www.facebook.com/nicolasclarepoems?fref=ts

I will try to upload half a dozen songs and poems each day until my vault is empty, while continuing to write new offerings.

Poem: Village of Lost Souls

Upon the hill the church bells chime

The graveyard whispers of another time

When lowly men and the land were one

And this ugly war had not begun

Above us the roof is full of holes

Searching this village of lost souls

 

John Keats is in the alley

Looking for a rhyme

Edward German walks by quickly

Lost in another time

I’m in the boot store

With a bootleg in my hand

Sipping Kraken quietly

Trying to make a stand

 

In the bull ring the artisans chatter

Newspaper headlines do not matter

To society fires of quiet rural lives

The verger preaches to lost young wives

Above us the roof is full of holes

Searching this village of lost souls

 

John Keats is in the alley

Looking for a rhyme

Edward German walks by quickly

Lost in another time

I’m in the boot store

With a bootleg in my hand

Sipping Kraken quietly

Trying to make a stand

 

By the waterside the barges float

The lock keeper paints his rotten boat

Flies buzz round fish heads and tails

The jolly joiner repairs his sails

Above us the roof is full of holes

Searching this village of lost souls

 

John Keats is in the alley

Looking for a rhyme

Edward German walks by quickly

Lost in another time

I’m in the boot store

With a bootleg in my hand

Sipping Kraken quietly

Trying to make a stand

 

In the Greyhound pub granddad drinks

The waitress watches as her spirit sinks

Punters come and wild wayfarers go

The world outside it moves too slow

Above us the roof is full of holes

Searching this village of lost souls

 

John Keats is in the alley

Looking for a rhyme

Edward German walks by quickly

Lost in another time

I’m in the boot store

With a bootleg in my hand

Sipping Kraken quietly

Trying to make a stand