Seaside Beauties It’s a cold, wet July day. Deckchairs are lined up At the end of the pier. From behind their umbrellas And transparent plastic macs, Holidaymakers stare At a bevy of beauties in bathing suits With carefully coiffured hair, Counting goosebumps On mottled arms and legs. The resident comic and compère Steps up to […]
Tag: Poems
A poem to sum up my feelings in this post.
I saw this when I went for a walk to the local church this week
Alice’s Grave A rusted cross of curlicues Among lichen-covered stones: I know your final resting place, The housing of your bones, Your name, Alice. I know the date when you were born And when you died – no trace Of husband or children left to mourn. Who were you, Alice? Who did you love and […]
Trees are Aflame
Ignited by autumn Trees burst into flame; Leaves turn shades of ochre, Rose, russet and copper. Through the early morning Greyness of fog and mist Trees and shrubs are burning, As if they have been kissed By the rising sun.
The Point of Punctuation (or Blame it on the Christians)
in ancient greece eloquent persuasive speech trounced written language words were written in a continuous stream to perfect rhetoric to recite in public written words had to be to read over and over again until aristophanes had a dream of annotating and relieving the unbroken stream with dots of ink to mark each pause and […]
This poem should be read with one breath
Under the breath of the wind Under the breath of the wind Is the echo of a heartbeat The first cry of a newborn child The whisper of bare feet The gnawing growl of hunger Creak of fist in leather glove Wasted wishes on stars Empty promises of love
Broadband is back!
On Monday I did something I haven’t done for a while – I went for a walk with my camera and took in the local scenery in the late afternoon, when the sky and the light were interesting. I used a couple as writing prompts yesterday. The first one is a concrete poem, kind of in the […]
A Sunday sestet
Overcast The day is overcast and sombre, The sky a shimmering quicksilver, Ponderous clouds squeeze the atmosphere And droplets of rain are fresh and clear, Inspiring muted green, blue and grey – A watery palette on a rainy day.
I love the sound and smell of steam trains…
and many years ago took my first trip on North Norfolk Poppy Line. I hope to do it again soon. The Poppy Line With a dragon’s sigh, The heavy locomotive is ready to depart; One last wave goodbye, A gentle tug and the journey starts. In clouds of billowing smoke, The train passes a signalman, […]
A Harvest Poem Found in Virgil’s Georgic I
Harvest In early spring the icy drip Melts down the mountains, To loosen the crumbling clod Under the deep press of the plough Behind the groaning ox, Fulfilling the farmer’s prayer With boundless harvest-crops. Cornfields smile At the plump wheat ear Mingling with the grape. The olive springs From richest rain; The earth is green […]
A poem about constitutional creativity
Walking with Words Fields unfold On either side Of a country road Ditches clogged With weeds And leaves Mind clogged With indiscriminate ideas Interspersed With verse Sentences saturated With meaning Imagination run riot As I walk With words … If anyone has a suitable image to illustrate this poem, please let me know.
writing in north norfolk 