Category Archives: Poems

I love books. I also have far too many. School books, student books, novels, poetry, travel, biographies, histories, historical fiction, sports and sundry unclassified, or unclassifiable. Far too many lie unread. Some are on display for effect, some have been … Continue reading →

A somewhat belated posting of a commission which was performed last year at the New Vic Stoke.   The Rime of the Staffordshire Hoard   He sat quite quiet, in the Boat, Supping his pint of beer, His thread bare … Continue reading →

Salvation He always made doughnuts Thousands of them Alongside doughnut lassies Sugar, lard, eggs, milk (evaporated) Water flour, baking powder, salt Ground nutmeg Amongst mortars, mines, lead (assorted) Wire, weapons, water and blood Ground spirits For bellies that lay flat … Continue reading →

  Autumn Leaves crackle and rot Revelling in their decay Soon to be compost   Spring   Tulip buds bursting In bright fresh April sunlight Spring is surely here   Walk   We walk hand in hand Purple carpet before … Continue reading →

Jo Bell is one of the most hardworking and talented poets working in the UK today. She has an initiative for 2014 offering weekly prompts for 52 poems during the year:http://fiftytwopoetry.wordpress.com/ Her blog can be found here: http://belljarblog.wordpress.com/ These represent … Continue reading →

A Cumbria peak has been declared a mountain after amateur surveyors found it was three quarters of an inch (2cm) higher than originally thought. http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-cumbria-22025371 – Growing Up Thack Moor rests still, No longer a hill, In a moment something … Continue reading →

That moment when he was counted out, forever When neither bell chime, Nor wet towel , Could raise his life on the canvas, it was time. Not just for him, but for an era. The wrestling holds he taught, on … Continue reading →

Winter is my favourite time , Otherwise I just melt away into the background, And although I am always a little tubby in the middle And can never see my feet, it’s neat Being a Snowman. It’s just the way … Continue reading →

I had not thought that the Olympics would inspire a poem. However in the Sunday Times Supplement I read a feature article by Giles Coren reflecting on the Games. Although a prose piece, it explored the Shakespearean dimension of the … Continue reading →