These Dead
All the clapping hypocrisy to one side, carers and NHS staff are underpaid and undervalued, and dying. This is for them, about them. These Dead These dead live in pebble-dashed… Continue Reading
Browsing Category: Poetry
A birthday poem for a daughter alone in lockdown in London
THAT When the world falls apart Words get lost And we become fingerprints in the sand Thrown over by the wind. Corners are straightened, Straits fracture, and lines Are punctured… Continue Reading
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
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