I know Gerry McGrath personally. He lives in the village but grew up in Helensburgh, Scotland. He graduated from Strathclyde University, Glasgow and taught for some years. More recently, he moved to the south west of the country to concentrate on his poetry. He is a stimulating poet.
Gerry McGrath is also a poet concerned with humanity, with nature, with love and loss and how the prosaic and the poetic interact in day to day life. In his first anthology, “From A to B” his use of unconventional metaphors and similes gave many pleasant surprises as I saw things expressed in a way in which made perfect and beautiful sense however strange.
The poet describes ‘Untamed Lightning, Knees like Emaciated skulls, the sky…clean-shaven, Drowsy sail-cloth of your skin, Gossamer rain, Zany Butterflies, Pastry Roofs and Nicotine Grass.’ These are just a few examples of the arresting imagery which runs through this…
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