Category Archives: Poetry

Make way for the light Throw off the chains of winter’s drag Celebration and jubilation Pollock has been given free rein To spill and fling   Wind and rain threaten violence The season is sticking to its old routine I … Continue reading →

For twenty nine days I have squeezed poetic possibilities from the kaleidoscope of my landscape like wringing out washing until the colours bleed Scented words                  Textured text           … Continue reading →

From monochrome to rainbow in a month. Among the blossom, bluebells and bright new grass strange flowers are sighted. Bursts and flashes of red, blue, orange and green on lapels, on walls, in windows. They fall through our letter boxes … Continue reading →

You come to me Again And again you come As ocean waves Until you drown me   I stand Solid and am Refreshed by Each drenching You come to me   I taste the waves Each is a new draught … Continue reading →

Today I have shown you A Skylark’s filigree tune lifting above gold grass The long hiss of gust in dry reeds Slow-motion cloud-shadow unfurling on greening hills A white sea in the furthest corner of the horizon Warm quiet places … Continue reading →

We sit like a parliament of owls to watch your time narrow. New-leaf skin so thin it would tear if you coughed, peach-soft but bruised with a touch,   so translucent it would glow if you had enough light left. … Continue reading →

Impatience is a lively terrier on a short lead yapping pulling wide-eyed  taut-jawed desperate to go  to get the thing it sees smells needs NOW Patience is a stalking cat in the garden watching prowling slow-limbed soft-footed focussed on  quiet … Continue reading →

Happy breeze blows lightly through new leaves on street trees. Youth, Hi Vis vest blaring, saunters towards daydream blonde girl plodding the pavement. Sunbeams glint in his eye. Music drones in her ears. I follow behind her. As youth and … Continue reading →

Stay Up Late to watch the fat moon fade although you Sleep In a nest of duvet hills to Wake Up Smiling like you have no regrets so that you Drink Tea and count the leaves while you Make Memories … Continue reading →

 Erasure  with acknowledgement  to Ed Drummond’s ‘Mirror Mirror’                                     Made it                           … Continue reading →