Twentieth Wedding Anniversary
I wrote this the evening after our first date. A Better Song This is a fragment. This is only a piece of it.Nothing more than a glimpse of the darkness,a… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
I wrote this the evening after our first date. A Better Song This is a fragment. This is only a piece of it.Nothing more than a glimpse of the darkness,a… Continue Reading
A year ago today, a friend and fellow cricketer, James Grigg, was killed in action in Afghanistan. I wrote the poem below when I heard the news, and was honoured… Continue Reading
Alive Today, I met a travelling man, and walkedWith him through one of the world’s largestCities. His home town lies in ruins, and hisFamily have fled to the mountains, to… Continue Reading
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
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
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
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 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
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
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