One Last Thing This Year
For all the darkness in me, I am a bright light, and that Negative impulse a minority Of me which I have taught myself To laugh at and banish Most… Continue Reading
Browsing Tag: poem
Norwich Library
You couldn’t even say it was local, This library a 40-minute walk away, When another’s closer by half the Time, and yet to be visited. This one, Here, at the… Continue Reading
Reminisce
Is it worth even saying or thinking That we’re not the people we once were? Tennyson said it, probably in a different Context, but the same. To reminisce is Not… Continue Reading
Haptic
In the lost library, a secret room holds A secret hoard of books lined by any Manner of skin, animal, alien, human, And their clasps are fashioned from Finger bones,… Continue Reading
Origin
Take science or faiths, all Often rightly maligned, to Explain where humanity Came from, and all branches Of these disciplines, beliefs, Superstitions, take us back To one singular point of… Continue Reading
Now
Now is a dangerous time In the world, when Grey men who want power Enlist mass support through Lies about immigration, and the Foreign, invent stories of A threat to… Continue Reading
The Racist
You say everyone’s equal. You’re anti-immigrant. You say colour doesn’t matter. You’re anti-immigrant. You say people must be safe. You’re anti-immigrant. You say you have foreign friends. You’re anti-immigrant. You… Continue Reading
Home
When he realised, with hindsight, after Both the monsters had died, that what He’d thought of as home and sanctuary Had been nothing but an illusion, he felt Ill and… Continue Reading
The Reckoning – in life and in poetry
We’ve now been back from our annual Agios Nikolaos pilgrimage for a week longer than we were there for. That’s always a sad realisation, and one that, in me, evokes… Continue Reading
Advisory
It was the parents in Germany who attached the Advisory to me, scared of their little darlings Picking up the wrong lessons from the Englishman with earrings and hardly any… Continue Reading