4/2023
The Rupture He gave her a ring one day. She gave it back the next. Perhaps it was the black stone That made her realise it was His heart that… Continue Reading
Browsing Tag: poem
2/2023
Those days, when nothing disturbed The quietness of holy hours, except For us, were wrapped in the speed Of an empty motorway, the verges Blurred beyond the windows. We skipped… Continue Reading
1/2023
We writhe through the clichés While we talk past each other On the sofa we’ve inhabited Since early last night intent On having fun and being Together the way we… Continue Reading
Day 356
I was sitting in the car outside Carrow Road waiting for A to finish a late shift the other week, coming up to two in the morning, when it was… Continue Reading
Day 351
DANCE There is never a last dance. We Swim through the flames between The worlds of death and life and The fear disappears as we disintegrate And merge into these… Continue Reading
Day 345
Bunkers Hill To crest the road here Is to risk losing your balance, And to skid down the remorseless Slope with no control nor hold, And even to descend upright… Continue Reading
Day 342
Ruined Summer ruined the medlars While we revelled in the heat Naked and smothered in sweat, Their leaves drowned in the sun And their roots suffocated in drought. Autumn came,… Continue Reading
Day 341
check mate the pieces the square two-dimensional in plane three to touch and sight scent and sense monochrome puppets asleep in a wooden box without holes to breathe would it… Continue Reading
Day 338
THE MOTHER OF DEMOCRACY Who has stolen my hours, My fountain, my ink, my words? Precious little light, and the candles Sputter in the low mist on The brow of… Continue Reading
Day 333
ANGLIA SQUARE The irony of the undertaker called Stork, The slide of the street into the city, The Square under the flyover That’s not a square, and where the Buses… Continue Reading