Poetry Blogs (miltonic sonnet)
The Weeping Angel
She passed this way and tended to our pain,
stayed by our beds and whispered in our ears,
administered our wounds and eased our fears -
telling us that we would be home again.
Once, in her hands, I saw pendant and chain,
I will remember that for many years,
an angel weeping solitary tears
that made me think of the oncoming rain.
She sent it to her ...
Wednesday 4th July 2018 12:05 pm
Down In The Hole
I was sixteen, they threw me down the hole,
I stood in darkness, breathing in the dust
while learning who I could and couldn’t trust
in this black new empire of worm and mole.
My dad said it was this life or the dole -
if our family was to earn a crust
then I would have to work until I bust
and sacrifice ambition, heart and soul.
Years of hardship f...
Sunday 8th January 2017 1:23 pm
An Unexpected Ghost In The Yorkshire Post
She stares out at me from the page of white -
all pixels, paper, print and phantom eyes,
a child of contrasts under exposed skies
dancing somewhere between the dark and light.
I recognise the features well, despite
the brutal glare of histories disguise.
This archive feature caught me by surprise
for we are separated by times flight.
You are a g...
Saturday 1st November 2014 8:03 pm