David Crann
(1943 - 2025) "I practised as a Solicitor/Lawyer/Attorney in a small English market town until 1989 when the family and I moved to Provence, France. I became wholesale distributor of English, German and Dutch books to French retail outlets. I have since retired."
About David Crann
(1943 - 2025) I practised as a Solicitor/Lawyer/Attorney in a small English market town until 1989 when the family and I moved to Provence, France. I became wholesale distributor of English, German and Dutch books to French retail outlets. I have since retired.
My interests include family, travel, poetry, music, bridge and gardening.
I have won Competition First Prizes (Barnet Borough Council Open 2015; Earlyworks Press 2016/7 with two commendations); Third Prizes (Speakeasy Milton Keynes Open 2008; Mary Charman-Smith Poetry 2012); shortlisted Teignmouth Poetry 2017; highly commended Sentinel Poetry Competition 2018; Welsh Poetry Competition 2019; longlisted Long Poem Magazine 2023. I have been published in Orbis; French Literary Review; Earlyworks Press; Dreamcatcher; Poetry Salzburg Review; Barnet Poetry Anthology; Littoral Press Poetry Anthology; Cerasus Poetry; Côte Poets, France.
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The Strangest Dream — poem
David Crann and family took up permanent residence in Provence, France in 1990. His interests include family, travel, poetry, music, bridge and gardening.
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The caveman at the fire sings out fear — poem unrhymed
"...unnumbered fireflies of stars stream their waterfalls of silver with dim patterns..."
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Chocolate — poem
"Mine is a tragi-comic tale..."
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Mine dawn — poem unrhymed
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"...Abroad, afar, a distant drum cajoles with dead hypnotic dirge..."
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Requiem for Ben — poem unrhymed
"...The asylum doors are down and the lunatics are out...."
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just a woman — poem unrhymed
"...the freer bird that lives and loves and dies upon the wing..."
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Plague: an alternative Armageddon — poem unrhymed
"...Plague is in the air..."
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Disposal troops — poem unrhymed
"...they sift through dust like fetished archaeologists..."
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Thomas was a collieryman — poem unrhymed
"...old Tom swore his son, Tommy, never would a miner be..."
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The potter's wheel — poem unrhymed
"...Art is the genie of discovery..."
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I am Ukraine — poem unrhymed
"...the lunatic is out and has unleashed his dogs of war..."
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The Italian Grandfather — poem unrhymed
"...he dares the iced incisors of the Alps to France..."
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Wrecked — poem unrhymed
"...the reef where the monsters of the deep are foxed..."
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Sandcastles on Mars — poem unrhymed
"Among the sandcastles they play..."
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As if they were the last words — poem unrhymed
Rest in peace, David.