Save Stradbroke Library
As part of the National Day of Action to Save Libraries, there will be a read-in at Stradbroke Library tomorrow, 5th February, at 10 a.m.. This is one of the… Continue Reading
Browsing Category: Poetry
Cape Evans Centenary
Robert Falcon Scott and his party of thirty landed at Cape Evans on Ross Island on the 4th of January 1911. To mark this centenary, I am posting a poem… Continue Reading
Save our Suffolk libraries – and libraries everywhere
Suffolk County Council is threatening to close 29 libraries (the council calls it divesting) in an effort to save money as instructed by central government. Ever heard of standing up… Continue Reading
orion’s belt
holy orion’s beltthe ancients’ wind chimesuspended to illuminate their skydrags its buckleacross late eveninga million years ago slow light to travelbears down on dawn’s red eyebefore night ends miles between… Continue Reading
Time
Time to set aside the thoughts of greatness,To cast away the dreams of acclaim, wisdom,And knowledge, to let the mundane take meAway from the open skies, and tie me downIn… Continue Reading
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Bed-time.I stroke my children’s backs, arms, legsto help them sleep, in multiplesof onehundredandtwentyfive,each multiple to be completeeven if they’ve fallen asleep while I count. I’ve always done this,don’t know why,since… Continue Reading
A complete life
I’ve locked myself away now.Finally.Being on the outside was too much to bear.All the wind and noise,All the confusion of living,Of loving and being loved. That’s over.The pain is ended.The… Continue Reading
why i love poetry
because verses bound and wrappedon a page of many colourssing new voices because one wordis better than thousands because reading beats hearingwhen the letters maketheir own meaning because small words… Continue Reading
This day, of all days
Rain, outside, leaksin, with the wind,grey, too much alive,while we rememberthe dead. Sudden light, a holein the sky, exploded,restless cloud, toomuch brightness fortoday. Nothing new, inthe cold, all oldand trapped… Continue Reading
From father to son, from son to father
What shall we do as we grow older?Cantankerous – and son;Cantankerous – and father?Shall we laugh together again? Love is always muted between father and son,By the smallest things,The most… Continue Reading