Poetry Blogs (2013, smoke)
Blue Smoke Ghost
A matchbox scratch
A flare of light
The smell of sulphur
A yellow patch
Above his chair
On the ceiling
A row of pipes
Hung in a rack
And suck on shank
In the dusk
On a back step
In the ready-rub
From the c...
Friday 15th July 2016 7:43 pm
(Arthur Mee’s England: Gloucestershire; 1939)
A book arrived yesterday
- a visitor from the last century
Visiting our modern-times day.
Carries news and views
But no photographs or maps.
Tells us all about
And the faces
Of the people
Who went there.
But most of all of everything
It brings the smoke
Of years gone by -
An incense offering to the gods.
Sunday 10th January 2016 3:01 pm
Neutral mind draped across grimy windows,
Got to be cocks and screwdrivers
Ducking and diving across unexpected surprises
Policies of strange girls from Blackpool
and Brief Encounters recycled in Staleybridge
Lumps of snot tubes or mask
Red sore skin rubbed to rust
We meet in hospital corridors,
Platforms of abandoned train stations
It was 50 yea...
Monday 9th November 2015 10:00 pm
I sit outside and smoke and stare.
At all the people who pass me there.
They do not wave, they do not smile.
Why won't they come and talk a while?
They pass me by without a care.
I watch them go and wonder where.
I go inside and think of them.
But they of me? Not now or then.
Tuesday 11th November 2014 9:55 am
Playing with the idea of this place.Aplace which takes in lost souls..Is it a good place or bad place.
Time will tell.
The cigarette smoke hangs heavy in the air.
Looks good in films
But in real life,
In this place it clings to you
Like a broken dream.
The neon beer light covers many sins
And many more failed lives.
In the corner sits a man,
Friday 7th June 2013 11:25 am
Friday 11th January 2013 8:16 am
Fire is so beautiful in its own deadly way.
A diverse visual cacophony of colours
all thrown together, each a different
element back in its base gas. Chemical release.
Thick dense smoke curls upwards,
forming a choking cloud which glows
blood red from the wicked flames.
Sunday 6th May 2012 2:03 pm
I’m glad the steam rally won’t be here again.
I can ride past on the 85 with no reminder.
Nothing to make me dwell on those three days each year
When you were so engrossed – in steam!
Although we had the ancient taxi – off the plate -
You had to go there on your bike - I bussed it.
It seemed so romantic, meeting up
as you removed your cycle clips
while I f...
Tuesday 2nd August 2011 8:18 pm