Two Poems by Gerry Stewart

Old Men

Stationed around the park,
rooted near pigeon-infested
benches and monuments,
all arched backs straining
and arthritic lumps,
the seasons taking their toll,
they linger on regardless
of weather or bad news.

Their faces scarred
in moss and lichen,
wrinkles telling stories
if we slow down to listen.
They ply us with coins of
sunlight and shade,
eavesdropping on whispers,
shake their heads at our indiscretions.
They tolerate our games,
offering footholds to boost us
or bend low to give support.

We notice them
only by their absence.

All the Orders of Angels

The sibyl enumerates
her prophecies on stubby fingers.
No need for a halo above her turban,
this pagan seer gazes,
not heavenwards,
but to the solid stars.
She reads our truths
beyond the cherub-filled clouds.

The museum guide lazily explains
the Italian Renaissance
picture by picture.
Each Madonna and martyred saint
struggles with the artists
through baptisms of fire.

In her corner the heathen smiles
assured of her place
among the constellations.


Gerry Stewart is a poet, creative writing tutor and editor based in Finland. Her poetry collection Post-Holiday Blues was published by Flambard Press, UK. In 2019 she won the ‘Selected or Neglected Collection Competition’ with Hedgehog Poetry Press for her collection Totems. Her writing blog can be found at and @grimalkingerry on Twitter.

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