Our Post people have connected us,
Through toil and love and loss,
Carrier Pigeons, magical storks
Delivering life to waiting Mums
Telegram boys of Shakespeare plays
Connecting lovers lost,
War-winning, code breaking messages
Relics of a past,
Suddenly more important,
Suddenly at all costs,
Through the middle of this mess
In the middle of our chaos...
Thursday 18th March 2021 7:48 pm
Quick scribble. I just want to be the squirrel in the tree outside my window today. I've had enough.
Up and down the Ash trees,
Round and round they go,
Of these troubles that we know,
No Coronavirus seeping,
Through their very roots,
Dampening their daily walks,
Or tarnishing their fruits,
Searing, hurting longi...
Monday 1st March 2021 4:05 pm
Refreshing sea spray,
Graces the shores of my stormy seas once more,
The fervent nature of new tides,
Laying shipwrecks, silently to rest,
In loves sediment,
Looking back out there,
Towards that sea of love past,
I still feel traces of other, sunken dreams,
Still know of the joy and heartaches in between,
A thousand tears cried,
Friday 19th February 2021 8:55 pm
A bit of light wordplay written pre Trump's eviction to lighten my mood whilst watching what seemed to be a love race to failure between leaders.
Two households, both alack in dignity,
(In fair Corona, where we lay our scene),
Where ancient men come under new scrutiny,
And touching handles leaves civil hands unclean,
From forth the fatal grip of this new f...
Saturday 13th February 2021 7:07 pm
I miss the way you make brews too weak,
Served up with endless biscuits,
I miss the way the room goes quiet,
When we howl with childish laughter,
I miss stealing words,
Between cries of our children,
Time standing still,
As we ramble through weeks again,
I miss lifting each other up,
Plotting schemes for the future,
'Thank goodness for videocalling'
I say it, it's true,
But oh, how...
Monday 8th February 2021 9:07 pm
Reflections on single-parenthood.
Last Day at School
And you are off,
Floating through our front door,
Awash with make-up,
Dripping with love,
Much taller now,
Towering above me
A figure of strength,
Last day at school
Where are you now?
When you are not with me,
No need for cuddles,
No clinging to my leg,
You won’t remember,...
Saturday 6th February 2021 8:09 pm
A small yellow stitch against green and black,
Secret inspiration, strength in the mud,
Anguish and poverty dragging us down,
A relentless and cold North-England town,
Days upon days of unrest and ill ease,
Scratching for sunshine, empathy, fun,
Uniforms hang or squeeze, they don’t fit,
Seven clear months ‘til a government cheque,
Anger, bad attitude, untold frustrations...
Saturday 6th February 2021 8:53 am
Any other poets out there twitching to write tonight? This may not be allowed on here so if it's not please accept my apologies and remove it but there are a few fellow human beings out there I can't help but think of tonight,
It's not until you've looked into the crying eyes
Of a child with dying parents
Waiting for benefits re-assessments
It's not until you've stood 4am
Wednesday 7th June 2017 11:43 pm
Openness, in a time of terror,
It's not easy is it?
News story after sensationalised
With just one aim-
To drag us in,
Scare us witless,
Send us down,
Stop our daughters from going out,
Just what they wanted, perhaps,
Cancel that trip of fun planned,
Throw blame at misinformation,
I'm talking to everyone,
Holding their nearest and Dearest,
That little bit clos...
Monday 5th June 2017 9:16 pm
You look at me through your new found fashionista,
Tell me that I am boring,
Why would you speak of the
Dull state of today?
Stars, planets, climates, people, love,
You perspire to the empty beat of a London club,
Held together with Hennes zip,
Peer through designer lenses,
Moulded to diamond encrusted frames,
Friday 2nd June 2017 3:46 pm
Lying here comforting my daughter of 9 months beside me, it suddenly occured to me that when she was born I was going to write more, start to share my work, use my time out of work to explore my poetry writing too. You know, all the usual gubbins, before the actual reality of having a newborn who doesn't sleep, has painful reflux and an older, teenage sister or whichever equivalents consume you....
Tuesday 30th May 2017 5:26 am