La Serenissima
Her stones weren’t made For empires to trample them, Nor her palaces or churches, Nor the streets of water Into her heart. She was blessed and fierce, And kindness never… Continue Reading
Browsing Category: Poetry
The Order Of Things
And now the world is at the stage Where we can’t say The sun will rise tomorrow Nature will have its way Everything will be alright. Humankind has brutalised this… Continue Reading
The City
The city is a sea In the valley Of seven hills, And a library at its centre, By the gardens And their plants, And peace The centre of its gravity…. Continue Reading
Great Britain
This is what Britain has become, Mired in 3 months of rain, With no promise of an end to it. There is no saying that the gods Are not involved… Continue Reading
The Dark Threads
The dark threads Of a different track Lead to questions We can’t answer. Fingers find the wrong touch And wake with guilt made bare In the tangled sheets of… Continue Reading