Poetry Blogs (September)
to golden leaves of beech
from my bed
as airdew clouds over the hedge
rise and vanish
as the eastern horizon above the valley
is lost, sunk
beneath dawndrifts of mist
not yet warmed to fade
beneath the clear blue sky;
the uncut grass of the dew-wet lawn,
cool promise as
the cusp of the...
Friday 28th September 2018 7:56 pm
Strange seasons clip and slash new life
The hot sand blows into my soldier’s rations
The robot newsreader sounds like comical Ali
Bacon butties served under sniper fire
World’s end to wellies, flip-flop relief for Achilles
Do I deserve to be loved?
Drowning in an eternal sea of despondency
I rise up and say no
The season changes the earth burns
Monday 10th September 2018 11:51 pm
Boxes of snore, law and war
Old soldiers in days of yore
Endless revising for the school dance
Go West across the park and guess
Who Fred could be
The black lab drags behind
Whilst a parrot swears
The social workers say it's OK
Not that I'd wish it on his people
But isn't it a shame that Kim
Can't have the wrath of Irma -
Or was it him that caused it...
Tuesday 12th September 2017 11:32 am
Kind of like to think I know
why we stand solid,
struck dumb by perennial sadness;
and the salient points,
burst like bubbles in smoked air;
clasped to the breast
that sinks as seconds lengthen
even beyond reason for purge.
Beyond the clouds that fall,
in spirals, now thick moistened rope;
we are given base,...
Monday 21st September 2015 11:41 pm
*All who share the event page for OpenMind...
Thursday 13th September 2012 3:59 pm
Take a look at the poster for our OpenMind: Slamming September event at Fuel on Monday 24th September.
Sunday 26th August 2012 8:34 pm
There’s something about April -
the way she wears her clothes:
loosely fit. One button more
and September is exposed.
The veil removed, her flesh reveals
December’s naked trees;
Springtime lurks behind the bark
and drags me to my knees.
I kneel upon her dewy cloak
And make her moss my bed;
Saturday 30th April 2011 12:17 pm