February
The blackbird belly-breathes in the hedge,Thicket awash with the rain and broken branchesThe storm left behindOf its clouds and whitewash. It watches the plume of its breath escape,Claws at it with… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
The blackbird belly-breathes in the hedge,Thicket awash with the rain and broken branchesThe storm left behindOf its clouds and whitewash. It watches the plume of its breath escape,Claws at it with… Continue Reading
You ask me to send you money for shoes.I send you a pair you’ve left here. As I’m looking for a box to put them in –You know how bad… Continue Reading
It’s a mythThat you come of age at 21,That you know then what you want to be,That you know then who you are,That life from there is painless. It was… Continue Reading
With all the different lives you leadIt’s so difficult to get hold of you. That’s what parents do, I suppose;Chase youth until they run out of breath And grow old…. Continue Reading
I am thankful that words are immortal,That we leave something behind when we go,Some things our people can touch and read and understand. I am thankful for the too many words… Continue Reading
We went to a gig on your birthday’s eve,You and I, just another dad and daughter,And you with a shirt in your jacket pocketTo give to your favourite singer,A blonde… Continue Reading
1990 was our first Valentine’s Day.No mobile phones.No internet we knew of.No fake news we knew of.Just the reality of being in love. 2017 is our 28th Valentine’s Day.Mobile phones.Internet.Fake… Continue Reading
Last night you said good-bye to me for the last time,Closed the airtight door behind you,And flew out into deep spaceBecause that’s where you said you wanted to beWithout ever… Continue Reading
This is the place.This was part of England once.English kings fought here,And English soldiers died here,To conquer a country that was never theirs. This is the place.Camps of refugees have… Continue Reading
When I was young, I always had this visionOf me, in my old age, sitting in a cottage garden,At a rickety wooden table, wife and children by my side,And dogs… Continue Reading