Day 330
PRETENDING I pretended for two months That I’d never been in love. I handed her prosecco With my hand in a white glove. I tried to make her want me… Continue Reading
Browsing Tag: poem
Day 328
THE DAY We walked the day off our feet in the rain When the darkness came, and more yards Of words fled from the pens we flexed In the half-empty… Continue Reading
Day 325
THE FORGETTING Kett’s spectres, on a 21st century November Evening, in the quicksand wet gloaming, Falling leaves and the remnant of days On the forest floor, chasing around the trees,… Continue Reading
Day 324
illogic something always turns into something else every time something starts and something ends and something’s in the middle fractions would never allow us to get to a final destination… Continue Reading
Day 319
LEAF DAY 2022 The rain, Eliot’s smoke in another world, Sticks to the window panes, pernicious and Poisonous, carried here by a cold wind From the south, where last week… Continue Reading
Day 203
BICYCLES IN UKRAINE Bicyles to freedom Pulled by white flags and The passion for life. It’s a picture but it’s The truth, and it moves – To avoid the bullets… Continue Reading
This Modern Disease
They built a wall of contagion, A host of lies to form new patterns No-one was immune against, no-one Could resist, until the mesh became Too tight to untangle or… Continue Reading
The City
The city is a sea In the valley Of seven hills, And a library at its centre, By the gardens And their plants, And peace The centre of its gravity…. Continue Reading
Great Britain
This is what Britain has become, Mired in 3 months of rain, With no promise of an end to it. There is no saying that the gods Are not involved… Continue Reading
Saint Gertrude
She is startled by reflectionsHer one eye doesn’t understand,By the light travelling along the wall,The spectre of full sight eluding her. In the dark, she sees figmentsThat aren’t a part… Continue Reading