Time to slake our thirst for words
A cerebral circle of wordsmithery
Burying two dozen rats
In your neighbour’s garden
Under their prized rose patch
Whom you’d never liked one night
There’s a rat in the allotment –
What am I going to do?
Don’t worry – every little thing’s all right
So the broken beasts of shadows that speak
A bird, drawn in sand,...
Saturday 13th August 2022 10:53 am
Where the fragrant heather moorland borders
wildwood, by the crags above the river,
the harebells and last fading heads of clover
nod themselves to sleep in drowsy August.
The ling is now full-on and tightly ordered
spikes of tiny flowers blanket over
the landscape like an Emperor’s purple toga
swathed across the heights, but thrice more gorgeous.
The fated grouse may look ...
Saturday 18th August 2018 10:31 am
Fidel Castro let go of the bed
His broken record bucks with static
Blame blame blame the
P.E. teacher who made my
The earth is burning, the earth is burning
May as well spend the weekend on Blackpool Sands
Love beats abortion, irony beats stupidity
Swirling around in a stark blood red orange
Lost in a made-up history of calming fire-pit ale
Monday 13th August 2018 10:23 pm
The end of the season
Brought to a close
Even when there’s a reason
Summer comes and goes
Do you know your summer’s a-fading,
Do you remember?
The hot sun, the warm cooled nights waning
School was gone, and I — carefree all along
Oh! Now my old school worries are back
As that sun sets, I’m in sad song
Those shining days, soon to lack
The air beco...
Friday 4th August 2017 11:42 pm