The Christmas Hare

The third poem that was rejected by the magazine was one I originally wrote for a friend. It’s a bit late for Christmas, but here it is anyway.   In a snowy field one Christmas Eve I spied a windswept hare Leaping and gambolling In the frosty air. The tawny coat beguiled me, Framed by […]

End of a Norwich Day

  I received an email yesterday, which told me that three submissions to a magazine had not been successful. The first of these was a reworked poem I posted last September.   The Norfolk sky expands, Airy, pale and blue, The city pavements fit Like a comfortable pair of shoes As I walk its easy […]