At half past five, through the window,ghostly silhouette of willowcasts, shadow-black on dusty grey, the early hues of a new day. A ragged scrap of sky unfoldsin tones of purple blue and goldlike marbled paper tossed away,the early hues of a new day. The liquid taciturnityis rippled by birds’ melodyreleasing as the shadows fraythe early hues […]
Category: Poems
Sonnet to an Old Winter Coat
They found love again like a winter coat, Collar up against the chilly weather, Enmeshed fingers pushed deep in a pocket, Facing their final season together. Wearing their coat of many colours, Woven from their last threads of emotion, They remember life as friends and lovers Without the thrill of anticipation. It began in quiet, […]
Alone on a bench
Alone on a bench memories of playground days tattooed inside eyelids I thought you’d forgotten a walk through silent corridors No, we talked incessantly a bench a shredded leaf a leaking pen There was so much more a fickle friend who ran off and left me It was you who turned your […]
Remembering my dad
Dad taught me to twist with a towel, skip like a boxer with his leather rope, and give my shoes a sapper’s* shine. Dad and I rode together on the 118 bus, watched Dr No and Goldfinger at Streatham Odeon, and danced to ‘Reach Out’ by the Four Tops. His voice was boxing on the […]
The moon and Brontë
Yesterday was not only Emily Brontë’s and Kate Bush’s birthdays; it was also a blue moon. I have written a poem about the moon, which is below. Once in a Blue Moon Cushioned in the hand of night The blue moon drowned out All but the brightest stars Bounced off broken glass in the roadside […]
Willows in the Rain
Buffeted by a bothersome breeze Glossy curls weep Drip Concealing limbs Sinewy Sinuous Bending With the weight of rain Holding up anaemic clouds Above our riotous garden https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gAMqGga4hGw The rain seems to have taken hold. Some people may be disappointed that the summer has turned wet but I love the smell and the coolness […]
writing in north norfolk 