Fallout: A Collection of Poems

Fallout: A Collection of Poems


This house don’t shine like it used to 
That much is obvious to us all

                                                  The tree in the corner looks sick 
                                                  Its remedy of lights in short supply

And on the mantelpiece the china carollers cry 
Singing silent elegies for the better times

                                                  And even the television offers no cheer 
                                                  Griswolds drowned out by Christmas fear

And mother and father do their best 
But their smiles are rotten with rage

                                                  Because the stars died years ago 
                                                  But still hang in the sky.

About The Author

Sam Barrowcliffe

I am nineteen years old and will begin studying English Literature and Creative Writing at the University of Warwick in September. Since starting at Mouthing Off as Creative Writing Editor, I have written and published a number of short stories and can’t wait to share even more. My favourite genres are horror and science – fiction and I take great inspiration from the likes of Rod Serling, Charlie Kauffman, H.P Lovecraft, Christopher Nolan and Phillip K. Dick. In the future, I hope to follow my dream of becoming a professional screenwriter and novelist, following in the footsteps of my idols. I look forward to publishing even more fiendish tales and I hope people will continue to enjoy reading them, as much as I have writing them!

Leave a reply

Your email address will not be published.


Recent Articles



Pin It on Pinterest

Share This

Share This

Share this post with your friends!