Hovel
We live on borrowed time In a borrowed place, breathe Borrowed air, and drink Metered water as sparingly As we can without dehydrating. The walls are covered in the Spores,… Continue Reading
Browsing Category: Poetry
Hypocrisy
For someone who’s never been In need, it’s easy not to feel guilty For those who are, and to keep putting That shovel-sized fork full of rich food Into his… Continue Reading
The Conductor
If you listened to my show yesterday, you’ll have heard me talking about a train conductor whom I’ve met a few times and whom I speak with whenever I see… Continue Reading
The Sinews Of Words
Two poems today – today’s and yesterday’s. I am so grateful for libraries. I have a quiet 10 minutes each Tuesday in Norwich’s Central Library in the Forum before my… Continue Reading
Caught Up
I have finally caught up with even today’s poetry prompt. My poetry remains rooted in the political. It feels wrong to do otherwise, to be honest. Perhaps this is whay… Continue Reading
Dissent
I have now caught up on writing to all the #MastoPrompts I missed either through being away or being too busy or feeling under the weather. I have yet to… Continue Reading
Angel
Out of the dark forest, first light not Even a scratch in the gloom, she Glides over the dew and the mist, Black cloak wrapped tightly around Her, hood up,… Continue Reading
The Men In Suits
The men in suits who’ve never been under Bombs at night, pretend to be tough men, Play to what they think their domestic Audience and their Russian master want. It… Continue Reading
Criminals
The crimes of conservatives around the World are crimes against humanity, no Longer just the urge to keep things as they Were, but the need to pile wealth upon wealth… Continue Reading
Tenacious
To cling to the past was never an option When all there was about it was a shred Of something that never was, not real, Not shared, not the dream… Continue Reading