Phil Portus Photography · Manchester
Poetry

Poems

Poems written alongside the photographs — some recorded as soundtracks to the short films, with piano, bass and drums built around them.

  • The Last Day

    “I don’t feel like going to radio therapy today.” Said my father at the end of the phone.

  • Eek

    I had a little friend, his name was Eek. Only I could see him and hear him squeak.

  • New Day

    Thirty thousand nightly deaths lying in rest every eve.

  • Joined up kisses

    Joined-up kisses mean more than a peck! A cheeky pursed lip on the neck,

  • When it’s Done it’s Done

    The midwife said to my mum, give a good push and then it’s done.

  • She wore funny trousers

    Hadn’t seen her for years, sort of friends re united,

  • 24 Hour Ward Party

    Pushed in on a wonky wheelchair chariot, costing a pound like a super market cart,