Poetry Blogs (March)
Silence, echoes, look at the colours
And Distant Distractions
Minks and stoles all of this reminds me of you
Silver hunter's knife
Overseer left mute
Soiled aliens desperate in Heaton Moor
Park stumble on a Mel
Inside the man bag, inside the wardrobe
Inside the mind, a voice, a naked voice
Lost in the wardrobe, he looked for
Monday 11th March 2019 10:16 pm
This is my vision of a certain cast of English village (not so much in springtime).
March winds stir listless eddies,
fluke in tired gusts over thin pools,
flare through fields of stubble
then flag, exhausted, sour and wheezing
from the blowing day;
coughing, rubbing arthritic fingers,
cold as a church bell sounds the hours.
Spring will be late this...
Saturday 23rd December 2017 3:13 am
Of being mired in mud;
In need of respite
In need of hope
In the furthest corner of my right eye
I see something gleaming;
A glimpse of something bold
With a whisper of promise
And a whiff of sweat and steel
Bringing a fresh strong arm
A sharper blade
A stronger shield
Monday 29th February 2016 7:13 pm
Three two one and the bullets are all gone.
Sunday 15th March 2015 10:32 am
He sits on the front porch, And just closes his eyes. As the clouds gather over his head, And lightning flashes across the skies. His mind reverts; Back to all of yesterday's severed ties, He can hear in the distance, The faint murmur of muffled sobs and cries. His lips move not; his speech has since died, His eyes however, remain ever pensive. And even a cursory g...
Thursday 22nd May 2014 9:51 am