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The Summer Tree.
You missed your niece decorating the Summer Tree
with strings of butterflies and flowers we bought
in Kelsall at the festival.
… then here she encircled small white stones
around dark flat slate and pointing at a
photograph softly asked, “who’s he ?” …
You missed your nephew skipping through
the hall and dripping choc ice onto a shoe
Wednesday 5th June 2019 9:47 am
Glorious was that day:
Star rich the summer sky
Amongst the sun warm hay
We stole a sack on which to lie
Warm was that night:
Grass framed the starry gems
Below the hov'ring kite
We kissed amongst the tall grass stems
Heavenly was that tryst:
Grass rough the bed we made
Below a dusky mist
We took our love as grasses swayed
Fierce was that lust:...
Friday 11th January 2019 4:01 pm
The Autumn chill blows between
the seasons hardened trees
The leaves may turn
a beautiful shade of gold
but my hue will always
be a summer's green
only to be seen when the sun
hangs high in the sky
and the clouds are
nowhere to be seen
I lie down on the fresh
waiting for a soft breeze
to fan my sun blushed cheeks
and the soft wings of
Monday 1st October 2018 8:17 pm
You see the chavs unveiling torsos
Which fashion hair that always grows
The shorts his distant cousin wears
Showing us sights that only scare
The ice cream man appears once more
Serving melting ice cream through his door
You hear the neighbours having a Barbie
An hour or two later they sound rather barmy
The neighbourhood drunk stumbles as usual
And vain young girls become rather delusion...
Friday 27th July 2018 12:30 am
16th July 2018
In places the grass is brown and dry
The garden is a desert of cracked peat
Plants dead and trees about to die
Only my sunflower loves the heat
But this is Wales, yet
nearly all of my bees
have never known these
Monday 16th July 2018 3:22 pm
I sit outside the door
on a slate bench
my back against the cottage wall
in the evening sun
listening to a blackbird sing
the most astonishing sweet notes
In front of me
there is elderflower
buttercups spangle the uncut grass
and the old larch looms in its corner
beyond the ancient stones of Hafod
which mark my plot
The sun has not long returned...
Sunday 24th June 2018 9:22 am
lay on the ground
in the summer sun
As I watched
workers carried two more away
life continued as usual
a hum of activity
on that square of concrete
that summer afternoon
Thursday 21st June 2018 3:38 pm
Riots in another Eden, Eve’s tearful funeral,
Her truth was a lie and was all about Eve
Caged across anonymous affairs
Over poetic contexts in fragmented narratives
Through expectant open-mouthed pockets where paradise
Would never be the same again
Eve has escaped the serpent
But not its bite, she chases the dragon now
The blackened souls will always rule,
But not i...
Monday 11th June 2018 11:35 pm
The heat is back
Thick and furious
A sea of uncomfortable pressure
An atmosphere of humid torture
It thrives on energy farmed from bodies
Tugging our bones through our skin.
In spring it is so gentle
A friend gone for a while
But back and just as charming
As they ever were in the past
But with familiarity breeds the discomfort
Of growing suffocation and untended ne...
Tuesday 15th May 2018 2:24 am
Sunset Over Lupset (August 1968)
Lupset sunsets smelled of bonfires,
undercut with new mown grass,
wild mint by the kitchen window,
treasures in the strawberry patch.
Father sat with pint of shandy,
The mower cooling in the shade,
the rake stowed by the garden shed,
the kids with sparkling lemonade.
Summer sun dips on the estate
dragging shadows from th...
Friday 11th May 2018 5:13 pm
Back To The Park
It’s mid July,
a summer’s day.
School is just
a memory away.
We lay on grass
and watch the sky
and count the clouds
as they pass by.
We talk of bands
we’d like to see -
Led Zeppelin, Quo,
Sabbath and Free.
a distant bark,
In the park.
You turn to me
and kiss my lips
and move in close,
Tuesday 3rd April 2018 2:55 pm
forgotten are the times
our laughs filled the air
gone are the times
we wished would never leave
in blistering august
Tuesday 6th March 2018 10:34 pm
I recently assembled these thoughts on coming across the poem's quotation from John Steinbeck while reading The Grapes of Wrath. I often suggested to my students the advantage to be gained by attempting an argument in opposition to what the student wished to argue. In other words, the good old Light and Dark strategy. The "Terrace" setting is Perth's main city thoroughfare, St. George's Terrace. I...
Thursday 1st March 2018 7:30 am
Shall I compare thee to a Manchester summer’s day?
You’re a bit damp and soggy
I’d love to sit in your company
But the ground seems a little boggy
Outwardly bright, but temperamental
Presently fine, so I’ll risk it
As Carpe Diem is essential
Blink and you’ve missed it
But thou art as bright as a summer’s day
Through skies laden with smog
From Ancoats, Droysl...
Tuesday 30th January 2018 9:55 am
The lake is still in the evening sun
A little breeze make the longer grass sway on the bank
and a ripple disturb the surface:
A mayfly lands
A swallow drinks and is gone before I see
With a rattle, a duck takes off from behind the island
Then it is still again
Beneath the reflections are fish
Sometimes - but not yet tonight -
A circle of ripples flows out from a rise
Monday 15th January 2018 3:40 pm
Spell-binding hammer-pounded sunlight retina-
flinches squint-eyed revel-faces. Crowd folk lost in
head clouds slow-revolve whilst time is on leave, passing
without fail – stopping to tell me not to hurry,
moving on unnoticed, startling late-crowds with
midnights and an early, well spent sun rise. Band-lulled
we join a synchronised gyro-walk, pacing the
flow-gyratory past fo...
Saturday 6th January 2018 10:14 pm
There's nothing that can beat
Walking along the beach
With the waves hitting your feet
In the scorching heat
Miles of soft, golden sand
I run some through my hand
Waves splashing against the shore
Is a sound that I adore
Feeling the warm breeze
Puts me at such ease
I tilt my head up towards the sun and smile
And close my eyes for a while
This beach is my paradise
Friday 22nd September 2017 10:33 am
There are homes and then there's children's homes
There are children's homes and then there are children's homes
The one I knew was a home from home
Age four mum and her sister set one up
With hard work, love and courage
The biggest house my young eye's had seen
A large dappled wooden rocking horse to gallop and whoop for good
A magic garden with its own small wood
Friday 15th September 2017 5:31 pm
The end of the season
Brought to a close
Even when there’s a reason
Summer comes and goes
Do you know your summer’s a-fading,
Do you remember?
The hot sun, the warm cooled nights waning
School was gone, and I — carefree all along
Oh! Now my old school worries are back
As that sun sets, I’m in sad song
Those shining days, soon to lack
The air beco...
Friday 4th August 2017 11:42 pm
the concrete road
still dark and darkening night, the dead cold of dying winter,
rain against the windscreen, speed in easy, selfish solitude.
my shirt gives up the scent of soap.
(i have no other dream.)
noise surrounds me, the oil-ribbed sounds of a lost summer,
the meaningless bypass between here and some other place.
yet hands formed this path.
(i have no othe...
Friday 23rd June 2017 9:43 am
English summers, often damp, can invoke long stifling twilights
Nothing landbound needlessly moves
Contrails crayon across the sky
So many, this close to London’s hub
Distantly, the buzz of a low plane, pleasure rider reaching up
Into the realm of the starlings as they sussurate
A car comes past in the lane droning away round the curves
Here the runway cross remains
Friday 26th May 2017 2:08 pm
In Formby it never ever rains
Playground all summer long my early days
Playtime was forever then and there
Crowded caravan crammed with joy
Quick splash of water on the face
Dressing quickly, combed through hair
Breakfast rushed on happy faces
Checking windows for neighbour friends
Are they up, are they ready
And off we charge into seaside light
Yesterday's plans r...
Tuesday 9th May 2017 6:31 pm
I love that they scuff about in sarongs
That their hair is chestnuts and curls
Beads or gold string their necks
And they smell, strong
Of coffee and heat
I love their juggernaut tongue
Unbroken over cards and bambinos
All cinnamon eyed
They strut taught
Or well met
Farfalle paid gut
I love that only in Italy
Sunday 11th September 2016 8:40 pm
With their melodies strong
And their playful wishes well-fed
With a daring, keen story
Reluctant to cast us to bed
Kiss hello to the moon
and blossom in purple and red
Thursday 2nd June 2016 10:09 pm
You left us on
the last day of Summer.
Today is the
first day of Fall.
My tears are
falling for you.
Good bye my baby,
my LUCKY CAT.
Wednesday 23rd September 2015 10:13 pm
On a hot summers eve close to the twighlight,
the marble of crimson came rolling down past sight.
Misty clouds coating the ever changing sky.
birds whistle their last tune before slumber calls them.
Stars begin to light.
Soon it will be night.
Close to the twighlight.
Monday 17th August 2015 8:03 pm
birds in evergreens
worth your whiles
and sappy little trees
and a gentle summer breeze
Wednesday 29th July 2015 4:09 pm
The moon glows in the twilight of night
The sun shines during the luminous day
The moon can't glow with the sunshine
The sun can't shine without the moonlight.
That's how I feel when I look at you
A sensation that's hard to describe
This might sound cliche
But you're the one I've been dreaming of.
You're sitting there alone with your beauty
I'm watching you from the other side
Tuesday 14th July 2015 5:06 am
now is the fallow seeding time
of grasses bending
children with counted ribs
dash random as swifts
their fun frantic as butterfly wings
foxglove proud they stand
like the yellow primrose
rising through the tawning grass
Sunday 12th July 2015 5:29 pm
Just like a flower
blooms in the summer
and dies in the winter.
With nothing but memories left to show
what once stood tall,
Tuesday 30th June 2015 6:24 pm
The warm and jolly streams of wind
Are finding paths all through my hair
Just to escape the summer sun
And hope that it won't find them there.
They played this game all through my past,
But for today I couldn't care.
I have a problem on my mind
Thant won't disolve in boiling air.
I dream of rest for broken minds.
I dream of peace inside my head.
The one I ...
Friday 22nd May 2015 3:43 am
Stronger in numbers;
the leaves a deaf audience
clapping spring's last bow.
Saturday 16th May 2015 9:53 am
Sunday 19th April 2015 7:57 pm
You are back finally
It's been dull around here
When you said goodbye
It marred my soul
But, let's forget the past
You are here now.
She has broken my hearing
With her high velocity screams
I built a wall.
Now that you are here,
She can't bring it down.
You light my insides
Let go, see me fly;
See me young.
I'm craving ...
Wednesday 28th May 2014 12:38 am
this autumn morning
is served on the rocks
shaken and stirring
come downpour now
unleash your jotting scribe and
cast the showery runes of fables untried
forge scripts along our droughty lanes
of songs for all that yet remain
or wash away those pages brown,
whelm witness to our temporal sway
we’ll listen to the eager eart...
Thursday 5th September 2013 9:58 pm
July was unbearably hot. Thankfully it is cooler now, but at time though...
What’s up with UK weather?
It’s changed beyond all reason?
Where’s the wind and where’s the rain,
Our usual summer season?
Can’t you see I’m British and
I’m not designed for heat.
I need two handy buckets
On my legs instead of feet
There has to be some let-up
And I’m close to desperation
Monday 12th August 2013 11:13 am
Before I start, I just wanted to let you all know I've been long-listed to be Penguin's 'Summer Wayfarer' (see here) but in order to make it into the shortlist of ten I need public votes - I'd be keen to emphasise the relationship between poetry and nature and document my travels in verse!
You can watch my video and vote for me here, I'd really appreciate it (and the deadline is tomorrow! ...
Sunday 23rd June 2013 9:57 pm
A Step Towards Summer
I look into the mirror’s depthless space,
at what is standing in the shadows cast
by light dimming swift with each day amassed
and passing by me, at a startling pace.
I sprint to catch the future in a chase
that takes me on a journey to the past
and makes me wish each moment used will last
until the day they put me in my case.
Sunday 26th May 2013 1:22 pm
Tuesday 8th January 2013 12:42 am
There’s nothing so pretty
As shrimping net city
Where rock pools are tempting
And hermit crabs charm
In gingham and sandals
With sand between our toes
A spade and a bucket
Held in freckled arms.
The grannies are wiry -
Running down to the ripples
A chorus of children
To left and to right.
As the gulls wheel and deal
On their pasty patrol...
Sunday 2nd December 2012 12:06 pm
Bit of a weird recording, sounds like there's two of me at points...
Tuesday 3rd July 2012 12:49 am
Autumn is always brushed
Under the carpet
Like a half-baked afterthought
Before the winter arrives
With its blanket
Of snow rolled blues.
At the beginning of Autumn
There is a hesitation
In the breeze
Before the clouds
Darken the sky
And poison us slowly
With mustard gas.
There is a sadness
In the half c...
Sunday 25th September 2011 10:36 am
it wasn’t just the soft,
of the breeze.
the change in weather
which had gone East
instead of south.
built itself up
as it normally did
but fell unexpected
from the skies
until it fizzled away.
Friday 9th September 2011 10:49 am
Thursday 25th August 2011 11:39 pm
quickly gone grey
and it looks like
it could burst into
a heavy rain storm
at any given moment.
Summer is here.
The wind is sneaking
through your coat
and the birds have
already gone back
Summer is here.
Umbrellas are lined up
blown inside out
like the great wall of china...
Wednesday 8th June 2011 11:09 pm
A good evening...
New Days Nostalgia
I was the quiet one,
Back-bared for another
Burnt summer Sunday
On the beach.
We’d joke about
Nine foot waves,
The shape of a dolphin’s
Fin and the way
That the sea lion
Swam in by the pier.
And the broads,
Weeping in greens,
Sobbing lakes into
Monday 23rd May 2011 2:45 am
sun splattering us in technicolour,
stained with light
migraine hue at the edges
hearts beat faster
minds and eyes pinpoint
to infinite acuity
heads swell with
chests strain from
heads back and
Tuesday 29th March 2011 1:13 pm
Take a moment and sit if you may,
by an English river on a warm summer’s day.
Relax and unwind - allow your mind to wander,
to ancient myths and poems to ponder.
The sound of the river is nature exhaling,
for she knows the beauty of this tale I’m regaling.
Eyes closed with the sun on your face,
you forget there’s a world outside of this place.
Nestled on pasture ...
Sunday 30th May 2010 11:50 pm