The Law
The law is nothing more than a word; Not binding, Not final, Not judging, Nor right. The law is nothing more than a sentiment; No meaning, No commitment, No vow,… Continue Reading
The Loss Of Words
I’m now on the 151st day of my own personal lockdown, and only just realised it’s almost two months since I posted anything here. I don’t often talk about my… Continue Reading
A FATHERS’ DAY POEM TO MYSELF
Sometimes, I wish I would not share my children’s taste in music, Nor shared with them the music I love, And that they hated what I like. Sometimes, I wish… Continue Reading
Speakers For The Dead
Dear Ren, By way of a terrible piece of timing, I have just got back from my daily walk drenched to the skin, and my skin exercised by the hailstorm… Continue Reading
Of Pestilence and Politics
Dear R, I’m so glad you’ve written to me. It’s been a long time, and I know that both you and I have been distracted from our correspondence by the… Continue Reading
The Man On Television
The man on television Tells us We have wasted the last eight weeks. We have not loved enough, Not broken enough rules, Nor spread the pestilence As wide as we… Continue Reading
Stay Alert
Stay alert For incompetence and greed, For facile politicians and advisers, For the secret eugenicists And their genocidal ideals. Stay alert For the fools who won’t distance And won’t wash… Continue Reading
An Accidental Century
All night he’s fought the urge to call her, to hear her voice, to go to her, to lose himself in her arms. Now, out in the middle, on the… Continue Reading
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
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