Christopher Wareham

  • The Old Man

    The Old Man

    This is one of the first poems I ever wrote. It’s one of very few from my teen years that I am still fond of. I sit and stare At the wrinkled man, His gnarled face And spindly arms Never move or sway. Not now. I try to talk To…

  • Headshots

    Headshots

    I had some new headshots taken and I am so happy with how they have come out. All credit goes to Chris Capon Media – he is a lovely person to work with, built up a good and easy rapport, and is a fantastic photographer. If you want to check…

  • A Midsummer Night’s Dream

    A Midsummer Night’s Dream

    Our production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream streamed from GSA (Guildford School of Acting). The show’s production photos are now available in the gallery page. I relished the chance to play Lysander, my first professional role, and I am proud of my performance, as well as honoured to have acted…

  • House Opens at 19:00

    House Opens at 19:00

    I wrote this poem in response to the imminent return of live-theatre productions after months of closed doors. Shut doors. Shuttered windows. A crimson glow clings like my dreams To the walls of my second homes – A new red-light district in London: The West-end with a broken heart. The…