An Introduction to the Poems of Alistair H Cronoly

As promised we will now delve into the poetry of Alistar H Cronoly. The beginnings of his sojourn into poetry were shaky to say the least but he progressed quickly and soon became a published author. We will start with a little known poem of his that was hurriedly written on the back of an envelope and was found amongst his possessions when he sadly left us for another world. I start here just to show the pathos and humour of the man that some (misguided) people called the butcher of poetry

Here is the poem called simply PIG, it is a deep and meaningful poem that captures what it's like to be a pig in the modern world and also contains a degree of sadness that hitherto was unknown in his poems. .........

Pig
I came across a pig
Who mouthed the words "I dig"
For truffles I presumed he meant
But he was stuck in cement
With no bucket and spade
And a degree in the building trade
But the cement was dry
And that was why
I came across the pig
You dig?

As I am sure you will all agree this toe dipping into the poetry of Alistair has surely caused a desperate desire to dive fully headlong into his wonderful world of words....and in my next posting I will show his wit and dexterity of language - surely his pen is mightier than the sword (although he tended to write in pencil)