I, a Stranger
Roberts, Ony
I, a Stranger' - a train journey through a wind-swept autumn landscape of nostalgia, through the grit and biting chill of November rain and wind, memories blow like 'tatters of paper across the dual-carriageway' - some reminiscent of warm hearths, log fires, the distant murmur of dancing, music, and laughter, others tinged with that certain sharpness suggestive of regret...
Tony Roberts' poetry takes one for a quiet meandering through the t...