The film version of the poetry anthology 'The Quality of Mersey' had its premiere with Wirral Festival of Firsts earlier this month. The film showcases eight poems, beginning at the source and then ending at the river's mouth.
The film is available to watch here:
Saturday 17th October 2020 3:41 pm
On a flowing river,
Crossing by the Mosis,
Trying to carry out a dozen of pain.
Felling again in your thoughts,
Smelling of the roses,
Standing by your side in your arms.
Would you like,
To me my life,
Crossing the might just for you.
Would you hold and be my soul,
Crossing the river that flows in you.
She said would you hold me,
God has just called me...
Sunday 20th September 2020 6:20 pm
typed see screens
print the rain
a hit and miss,
from the frame
dripping blue tunes
singing your stirs,
your memo implicit,
a reserved river,
dot, dot, dot,
dash, dash, dash,
for a euphoric tone-
do not shift back
up the drum glass
and hum hard these
run- down blue tunes,
Friday 1st May 2020 7:08 pm
on a far tide line
with estuary shells
soft where rills run down
or the sea pools
behind a half-sunk stone
or a mooring chain
swinging to the tide turn
above their sunken reflections
angled lines of cirrostratus
echoed below the horizon
in the mirror gloss sea
Thursday 13th June 2019 4:12 pm
In Mariamné's time
What trees would have grown so tall
What was there beyond the garden wall?
When she walked beyond the garden gate
Did she see the river's sudden spate
And did the rustle of a summer breeze
Mask the red kite's call above those trees
And did she hear the Spring birds' calls
Above the echo of Ystwyth's falls
Did she stroll her father's ways
And let the...
Tuesday 4th June 2019 2:39 pm
I have always been
On the bleak bald mountain
I have dwelt through the ages
At the deep source of the fountain
Guardian of all knowledge:
Before they knew me
I was here
When this land was fashioned around my soul
Sole guardian uncrowned
Then I loved this mortal mound
Tenured on God's holy ground
I have always been
At the brow of the hill
I was th...
Friday 25th January 2019 3:18 pm
I’m going down to the river
With my wash day blues
I’m going to go to a nightclub
In a pair of dancing shoes
I’m going to make a banner saying
‘All lives matter here’
I’m going to scale the rock face
That has always been too sheer
I’m going to sail across oceans
To spread the words of peace
To point out we don’t own this Earth
We only have it on lease
I’m going to go to a bookstore
Thursday 24th May 2018 8:41 pm
This rumination came from growing awareness of my mortality which, in turn, is generated and measured by the expanding list of things once given or assumed that, alas, are no longer possible.
How shall I talk to you, my friend?
How should I regard you
(and will I care)
as you grow ever older before my gaze
while I stay young?
Who are you? Dare I look on yo...
Monday 15th January 2018 2:33 pm
MAN: In so short a time
I saw a future
From the formless waters
From the darkness
The way begins
All words are water
GAIA: From my innermost being
I gave abundance!
My words flow from the mountain top
My words give succour to the land
My words are the waters of the sea
PRIEST: The ...
Wednesday 4th October 2017 4:30 pm
at my source
I was lost to your ocean.
Flowing... your endless bounty stole my direction
your depths embraced
your corals welcomed my load
I drowned in your currents.
My hands caressed
My body plumbed
your deepest sounds
Your tides were constant
Monday 21st August 2017 10:35 am
M60 atop Manchester's posterior cusp
Hurtling force divides and creates, binds and destroys,
Cut me slowly, cut me quick, careful now
Not too deep
Just like Concorde passing over
the viaduct with its engine vibrating
on the tracks
I'm lost. Blocked. What is hidden in the river?
The naked road is rusting away
I follow the arterial route to your heart
Monday 8th June 2015 11:02 pm
Stumbling across a hidden river
lost amongst lush greenery
where grass and stones collide
I feel my thoughts split open
the tacky pull of damp ground
the grand firmness of dry bark
and these muddy banks transporting me...
In my swirling senses
the immediate evaporates
I hear water rushing
rushing into the past
Where teenage bodies dive
and teenage bodies glide
Sunday 12th April 2015 12:03 am
Then you are quiet
You make peace
And you live again
You inhale so many lifetimes,
Your home is the universe,
Your time is eternity.
Words you speak are never silent,
Deeds of yours are never unseen,
Steps you take never fade,
Emotions you share always felt.
We often ask the questi...
Wednesday 1st October 2014 11:49 pm
I sat upon a cold creek bank,
I often do this when I think,
Or ponder over the deeper things,
Like, "what does the future bring?"
Now, the water seldom answers back,
So I sit there, listen, and relax,
And let my mind wander off,
To other shores and other thoughts,
But today the water heard my cry,
And decided, though I don't know why,
To take interest in a lost man's plight,
Friday 27th June 2014 10:59 am
I must admit that I usually do a few, short and simple poems a day. There is nothing wrong with this, and I normally do, and will most likely continue, to write in this manner. But when I woke up today, seeing as it was my off day, I thought I might try something outside of my comfort zone. And so I wrote the longest poem that I have ever written (not so long by most standards, but long for me). I...
Friday 27th June 2014 10:49 am
from between the leaves
the shafts fall and draw
a hundred golden atria
the stained organics
of liquid glass
to the cloistral faithful
Thursday 29th August 2013 8:12 pm
Rivers carry debris until floods release ghosts
So the dead can make deposits and withdrawals
Planks, fallen branches, corpses of fish, fowl, mammals and dreams
Become ghost ships carrying organisms to new destinations
With water as medium the dead and the undead sally forth as equals
Good River Feeling Bad
Her voice is deep water
Though she’s too shallow ...
Friday 22nd March 2013 6:25 pm
Wednesday 6th March 2013 8:19 pm
As I walk past the river Tyne,
I like to think of water droplets
As thoughts unspoken moving on the string of time.
The lone fisherman casts his line come what may,
Tears of laughter, times of fear and doubt,
The rain, the rock, the river washes all away.
So again I howl to the moon,
Whilst ripples shine and disintegrate like mica
And it pulls on me like a junkie spoon.
Monday 4th February 2013 9:50 pm
It's that time again and another new Poem is ready to be unleashed on the world. This time inspired by a photograph I took a couple of years ago in Arundel, Sussex. It has a bit of an old world feel this one which I think compliments the subject matter. Hope you enjoy it.
Ancient bridges beneath crystal waters
Rotten dark and gone to slaughter
Thursday 30th August 2012 2:06 pm
amidst dewy dawning
and distant lowing
tangled root stone bedding
beneath hillside glowing
from cloud stalked
to sun burst warming
flows river umber
running iced tea
tarnished and malty
to this tumble
comes happy dog
snout near rabbit deep
as spooked cottontails peep
from behind mossy log
Thursday 23rd August 2012 11:06 pm
The raging river runs all year round through the varied landscape,
hundreds of yards wide and a dozen deep, a lifeline of the planet.
Full of life, a river of life for the people who live by it and for nature herself.
Mankind uses this river as a source of food and power with his river boats.
He is often blind to the harm he can do, taking too much fish an...
Wednesday 24th August 2011 2:26 pm
Cars bumper to bumper
Trucks, buses, coaches
Cell phones to ears
Hand in hand
The traffic moves
Relief – freedom
Like a dam burst
Going in the same direction.
Monday 16th November 2009 4:40 pm