English summers, often damp, can invoke long stifling twilights
Nothing landbound needlessly moves
Contrails crayon across the sky
So many, this close to London’s hub
Distantly, the buzz of a low plane, pleasure rider reaching up
Into the realm of the starlings as they sussurate
A car comes past in the lane droning away round the curves
Here the runway cross remains
Friday 26th May 2017 2:08 pm
two years before
unable to fight anymore
they gave up their tiny breath
she never spoke of them
in anything but love and memory
of what could have
should have been
at what came after
they had names for th...
Wednesday 22nd February 2017 5:01 pm
Sunday 10th July 2016 1:55 am
The Power of Persuasion
Was that a trick of the light?
A phantom in the hall?
Was that the scream of a poltergeist - or the sound of a crying child?
There’s a face I can see in the shadows,
The smell of a haunted lover,
The moaning of a Cromwellian soldier screams on Marston Moor;
A door that creaks-
The roof that leaks-
The sink that taps at night,
Thursday 14th April 2016 1:19 am
There’s always one isn’t there
Slopping beer all over his shoes
He’s jostling for position
Hand secure upon the barrier
But his shoulders aren’t quite through
Because a fangirl, already half cut
Is hogging space for two
Arms are sleeves of coloured ink
Hair is blonde and striped in pink
Boobs are large and cupped in lace…
He might try conversation
“I love your tats; the skull, the eagle
Friday 30th October 2015 9:05 pm
The ghost that flitters through your sleepless night
may be fully alive in another’s daytime sight,
for the dimensions where they appear as a wisp
may not be the same as that where they’re kissed…
Imagine if your mind is ready for this notion just yet
that the ghosts which you see are not dead for I bet,
what you see is merely a slim projection coming from
Saturday 3rd October 2015 11:44 am
In The Halls Of The Kingmaker
I touch the rough stone walls,
feeling the room whisper with history.
The open fires cast medieval glows,
while wood smoke threads the tapestries.
Floorboards shiver underfoot,
groaning softly in their dotage
as visitors step gently
in the footsteps of kings.
Up and around
the spiral staircase,
just wide enough
to fit a climbing guest
Wednesday 8th April 2015 11:15 pm
One thing I am proud of most:
I never believed in ghosts.
Because shadows are shadows,
Or worse, penumbras up close,
And smoke leads to smoldered embers,
Not the fire one might suppose.
Reputations are ruined
By what one may think they know.
When you listen to stories,
Remember, there are no ghosts.
Tuesday 24th February 2015 7:17 am
“YOUR COUNTRY NEEDS YOU”
We’re going to war boys,
we’re going to war,
Lord Kitchener asked us
so we formed a corps.
Joe and Jack from the factory,
Ted and Jim from the farm,
the recruiting sergeant assures us
that there’s little chance of harm.
We’re part of the great pals army
and we’ve fallen for his charm
as we march away to war.
We’re in the war boys,
we’re in the ...
Wednesday 25th June 2014 9:01 pm
now those eidolic dread horses have scarred your slumber, passed 9, passed 10, and even your furniture has silent, open mouthed, nightmares over the too soon dead, dead school friends who never ended their crossings and see, see, she stoops, in shroud ghastly knelt as in prayer but you can’t see, see through the tricks of light that scream “she is there”, your crumpling chest boiling as the bo...
Sunday 27th April 2014 12:54 pm
photo credit: Kari Musil
Like whiskey aged
Remembered for it’s bite
Some flavors are acquired taste
Between dark history
And magic fairies
Is a legacy of ghosts
Who will not be stilled
By death or passage into
Weeds are designated
By those with shallow perspectiv...
Sunday 29th December 2013 3:31 am
I ponder the etiquette of nursing a pint
and whether some might find it impolite
if I made it last just little while longer that I
might watch the rain that crawls on the steamed windows
making broken ghosts of every passer by
each of them eager to avoid
catching the eye of the living and I wonder
which one of them broke winter’s heart such as to make it
Saturday 28th December 2013 8:27 pm
On Sandal’s Field Of Ghosts.
Mist hangs over fields -
ahead, the castle looms where
died the Duke Of York.
At the willows three
a chill permeates the air
and touches nerve ends.
Here fell the Yorkist
hope – body mutilated
and dragged through the mud.
His head sent on to York to
top a traitors spike.
Saturday 28th September 2013 12:21 am
The August Blue Moon has been invited to the launch of Pressed by Unseen Feet, an anthology of poetry and short stories on the theme of the spectral unexpected. The evening is hosted by the Hotel du Vin in their courtyard with the sliding roof. Everyone is welcome. There is a small charge of £6 which includes a copy of the anthology and opportunity to hear Newcastle based singers, Skylark Song....
Thursday 23rd August 2012 9:52 pm
It seems as though our visitors may have returned, or at least their feline portent
I saw a black cat
when a black cat
wasn’t ever there
I saw this black cat
who was comfortably sat
beneath my very chair
but that black cat
was not so sat,
because it wasn’t there
and I saw that cat
when it glared right back at
my own quizzical stare
though while I looked at
that same ...
Monday 20th August 2012 12:11 am
Love is an illusion fuelled by hope
Hope is an illusion fuelled by love
The sky is full of ghosts each cloud
A spirit forever trapped in the blue.
Thursday 9th August 2012 1:51 pm
I live out the past
A sleeping engine in a shocked blank room
Older than saxons
Older than jutes
Older than older !
The land gives back
Dreary English ghosts
Demonic and inertly orthodox
Wake a dread height
Travelling aquatint gives us light
Spilling utter twisted dust
Lace, frost and the same ringing weather from here to...
Monday 23rd July 2012 12:49 pm
Having noticed that most people tend to use their blogs to post poems they are working on, I figured I should play ball for once. So, in between the usual detritus I call writing, here's a poem:
The Dreams started again
Out of nowhere
Driving the familiar way
Catching a glimpse
The back of a head
That makes no sense
I know it’s you, though...
Saturday 3rd March 2012 11:05 pm
Then… Airplane falling wreathed in fire, ruined
bonfire dragged down by gravity to a watery grave.
Broken machine resting on the seabed, silence
reigns in Deaths’ triumph.
Now… Test Pilot Feng Yi and five of his comrades flying
air tests on red China’s brand new J11 fighter.
Saw many old planes in formation, props and je...
Tuesday 17th January 2012 10:29 pm
Ghost dancing through the night so haunting and so mystical,
ghosts are all around you if you know where to look.
Mysterious ghost ships sail on dark eternal seas forever and ever.
Ghostly figures prance through the dark slender trees on a Winters’
Maybe one day we too will be ghosts if we die in the right way
but now we can n...
Tuesday 20th September 2011 1:15 pm
The ticking clock is strangely still,
Was it beacause the mirror smashed and you thought that you had breathed your last.
For the mirror had told you to get out,
it scared you half to death,
the spiders crawled all over the house.
A house of imagination and where imagination drew it's last breath.
The dead came out crawling all over the walls, the monsters to...
Friday 2nd September 2011 9:15 am
I thought I heard a scratching at the door
Familiar scrabbling across the floor
I thought I saw the curtains move and yet..
Do dogs have ghosts I ask myself? – You bet!
Friday 12th August 2011 5:00 pm
Never talk to a stranger
If you don’t want to be in a danger,
Especially with those
Who speak with a foreign accent.
You will never know what they really meant.
Even if they walk along the Patriarchal ponds
You’ll be , I am sure, conned.
Even if you wear a nice suit
You can be looted
Or hear an outshoot.
Even if they smell the best perfume
Thursday 11th August 2011 10:29 pm
The ghosts of not repentant souls
Wander in the quiet woods night.
Only chilling cries of owls
Cause the lightest fright.
Flying Dutchman frightens seamen,
Its sight is a portent of doom.
It was told by John Leyden
Sinful souls went to gloom.
Ghosts dwell in the hills.
Climbers know a ghost can kill.
To some they help to cross the river...
Monday 8th August 2011 8:36 am
The loudest noise I have ever heard.
A lighting flash.
The crash of metal.
The rains come.
The dogs are drenched.
Rivers of blood
await death’s stench.
Lives floating by
through powers on high.
Electricity rules the sky.
I do not want to die.
The puddles become lakes.
The lakes become seas.
Saturday 6th August 2011 3:40 pm
My daughter used to worry her Dad
It was all about a fear she had
Each night she'd call me up the stair
To exorcise ghosts that were not there
So we had a long chat about ghoulies and stuff
And finally I thought I'd done enough
They don't exist, we'd at last agreed
and for Dad's rescues there was no more need
But then one night, while I was pottering around
a familiar shriek c...
Thursday 4th August 2011 5:28 pm
And then an imperceptible change of light
drapes my shoulders,
and nestles like a virgin’s veil.
Its hazy, muslin, twilight patterns dance
before my earnest narrowing eyes.
So, wandering and wondering,
amongst the dimming creams
Wednesday 3rd August 2011 11:44 pm
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Vast and empty resting places
Sleeping Titans stand no more
Dust upon the valley’s floor.
Art and beauty simply rubble
Never more gazed on by Man
Timelessly and still serenely
Walk the Ghosts of Bamiyan.
Wednesday 3rd August 2011 8:51 pm
How to forget your smell?
How to forget your tender kisses?
Now I want to yell.
Your love my heart misses.
Cruel time didn’t save us, didn’t save.
Gentle breeze blew away our feelings,
Ghost of love came from the grave,
No mercy on me, no healings.
Our years together flowed and flew,
It seemed they would never end.
None of us knew
Wednesday 3rd August 2011 7:36 pm
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grasping pulling scratching
scream soul ache loss
screaming aching losing
Friday 29th July 2011 7:57 pm
Walked 'round the town where I was born and bred
Places changed, friends gone, some dead,
Fading ghosts of streets that were home to me
Where I'd played as a child, young and fancy-free
The glow of the smiles that used to be
On the faces of friends I knew.
Wraiths of ships built on the river there
Faint echoes of their horns on the misty air
Friday 29th July 2011 11:35 am
Wednesday 27th July 2011 9:58 pm
We walked out together in the morning
but I came back alone.
The mist was heavy.
You had on your best boots
You didn’t bring me home.
as time moves on.
I can spend a day
without a thought for you.
when the mist thickens
I hear your voice.
It never says goodbye.
Wednesday 27th July 2011 9:01 am
It must have been
a suggestion of some
that attracted you.
Did I talk in my sleep,
ask for you,
ask for your company?
I cannot deny
here you are
whether in dream
to your intensity.
You the appealing
carrier of legend.
lives a dragg...
Wednesday 27th July 2011 1:07 am
Tuesday 26th July 2011 8:53 am
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Dusk seeps up through marshy ground
Gases bubble, a spooky sound
The owl swoops softly overhead
The bat flies from his foetid bed
But here is where I’d rather be
Not in the house where you haunt me.
The house looks warm and cosy though
Through the doorway I won’t go
Look through the window, you will see
A kitchen homely as can be.
But I know ...
Monday 25th July 2011 7:33 pm
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When Moses took the tablets
He asked with nervous cough,
“Excuse me, Lord, for saying so,
I think you’ve missed one off”.
Now Moses plays for Leicester,
Renowned for mighty packs,
So said “Thou shalt not give the ball
To Fairies in the Backs”.
And ever since my schooldays
Spent playing tight-head prop
You’d learn to see their fly-half as
Saturday 23rd July 2011 7:49 pm
on heavy eyes the full moon cast gilded shadows
swan path shafting seductive to the shore where
she dropped her clothes and entered liquid light
jewelled feet icy lustrous pale arms high uplifted
now wide eyes of unwavering clarity enraptured
dream-wooing dream-possessed she sank gleaming
to her knees in the bitter midnight water open palms
Friday 22nd July 2011 4:55 pm
Ghosts of Rivington Moor
On a clear day from this windswept range
your eyes can see as far as the coast
and the mountains of North Wales
in heavy rain they can see little worth talking about
blindfolded by a dismal blanket of cloud
Centuries ago these hills were ablaze
warning of invasion from foreign lands
it’s pike still stands in solitary recogniti...
Thursday 21st July 2011 9:42 pm
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(Here's one I put in the oven before. It'll have to put me on until I fabricate something new.)
His spirit walks the terraces on Saturdays at three;
He's in the breezes blowing and the dust-whirls that you see;
That tingling of your hairline's when he touches you and me;
He's here, son; he's here at White Hart Lane.
Today you'd say he played midfield – in those...
Thursday 21st July 2011 9:40 pm
I saw Him the other day
pushing a trolley round K-Mart
& He confided, yeah, it’s true –
that He’d just had enough
of the fame & all that goes with it,
so He shaved his head,
got a couple of tattoos
and lives in a trailer park in Arizona;
- still wearing the shades, though,
& the white rhinestone suit,
which, under the circumstances,
I thought was a bit of a giveaway, reall...
Wednesday 20th July 2011 10:10 pm
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