Poetry Blogs (narrative)
Nicola Beckett on The Man On The Bridge (1 hour ago)
Nicola Beckett on The Man On The Bridge (5 hours ago)
The night Amelia Hamilton was born
the caravan was battered by a gale.
Her mother gripped the drop-down bed and scorned
the father who was now
a thousand miles away.
The caravan site owner made it clear
that babies have to pay their rent as well
so young Amelia passed the next ten years
in custody of Gran
where none would wish to dwell.
Daily beatings, sma...
Thursday 14th May 2020 8:44 am
The sun sighted as a Galilean dream
As vision faded from the grasp of Winter
A kid leaned out of the window
Whispering out what he needed to say
But in needing to blurt it out
His mind submerged in uncertainty
Choked between a tearless cry
And a cheerless laugh
As with notated thoughts all about
His room was littered
And the sidelined life he adopted
Was cast to t...
Monday 11th November 2019 12:16 pm
Monday 5th March 2012 10:39 pm
Banjo On The Wall
Back home in my birthplace,
that legendary city of steel,
my paternal grandparents
taught me much of what is real
Values that they set before me
some five decades back it will be
included many of those I still hold dear,
and always will do, year after year.
Among the many hobbies that then filled out their time,
they bred British bulldogs & had certificate...
Friday 23rd July 2010 7:42 pm
the needles click
as strand by strand
in cracked crabbed hands
might haul them
back to land
her days, her nights are one, the same -
a gift of darkness borne by grief
to wounds already salted well.
lips taste each quarter
of the wind; she hears the tides
advance, retreat -
as if in echoes from
some ancient stranded shell.
she feels t...
Monday 4th May 2009 2:25 pm