Christy Hall

A Moment’s Harm in the Graveyard

Say hello to Hendon for me, I said.

Did you make it to the Olympics? she replied.


We met in a coffee house in Golders Green,

sat and watched the parade of Jewish families,

shalom, hello, moving between bakeries,

cafés and restaurants, halal

Everything made you laugh; my northern accent,

all of its foibles, and the names of tube-stops,

especially and always Cockfosters.

I did visit the Olympic village; she returned

to London one summer, 

  and walked Traf.Square,

St.Pauls, Pal Mal – went as far out as Windsor.


There was a garden once, I remind her in email,

deep in the heart of Farringdon,

in the grounds of a church, where we sat

for the first time alone and kissed.

You were all jostle and frisk, but

a true English Gent must push to resist.

Pulling towards dusk, in august, amongst

the gravestones, we kissed, kissed

   and kissed.


Christy Hall is a Northern born poet currently residing on the South Coast. Early last year he put out his debut chapbook with Fire Hazard Press in Hull; he is currently penning what he hopes will be his first full length collection. His poem ‘Drop Pin’ was used in a literary pamphlet that helped to clinch Hull’s bid to become European City of Culture for 2017. He has a Master’s Degree in Creative Writing. This year he will be published in journals on both sides of the Atlantic.

Christy's work is featured in Elbow Room Vol Seven