On Watching Three Old Drinkers

I wrote this poem over thirty five years ago when I was living in Ireland. It’s my second response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics – Character Study    And whose are these eyes Sunk in thick-brimming liquid oblivion? And whose are these mouths, Uncontrollable rubber bands Chewing on unspoken words They spit tastelessly back in the glass? […]

Thundering Atlantic

Another Golden Shovel poem, with opening lines from Seamus Heaney’s poem ‘North’.   You and I have finally returned. We found our way back to roots and branches of a family tree, long buried in a small churchyard near a strand in the wave-hammered storm-swept curve and wind-whispering embrace of a west coast bay. We […]

Distance

My response to dVerse Poetics – Sentiments of the Southwest   Living on this small, waterlogged island, thousands of miles from America’s Southwest, North Norfolk skies are expansive and wide, dramatic skyscapes painted in colours of storms and summertime. I try to picture abundant rolling hills while standing on flatland – no prairies but fields of […]