Category Archives: Poems

Two locations have inspired me recently. The first is a prison I visited,the second is a community cafe.The following poems reflect those two experiences: Reverie If you close your eyes You are not there The air can smell sweet Drawn … Continue reading →

My poetic muse has been resting recently, hence the reduction in the rate of new material.However sparks can fly from different places, and an invitation to join the “Write Down Speak Up” collective resulted in three poems.The first was prompted … Continue reading →

Over half a century, I have been slowly working my way around the football grounds of England and Wales.To date I have visted some sixty odd current grounds with another dozen or so which have been left behind as their … Continue reading →

This is the last in a trilogy of call and response poems, inspired by the work of Amy Rainbow, to whom I am indebted: Oats- by Amy Rainbow I met him when I was working In a greasy spoon cafe … Continue reading →

Snow Falling Thick and fast Ever whiter Till all trace of man simply disappears Ice Gripping The frozen lake In winters tight vice While children slip and slide in abandon Feast Table Sags heavy Heady aroma intoxicating As diners wait … Continue reading →

Stalking as it has done for millennia It prowls the warm Pennine hillside Evading human eyes Scourge of ancient homesteads His cunning admired His strength feared From Birdsedge to Holmfirth They talk of him, and the Golden Cradle Buried in … Continue reading →

It was the perfect ball I knew it from the moment it left my hand As it arced towards the batsman’s crease Spinning, whirring – ever closer to its destiny Neither his eyes, nor his bat, could reply So it … Continue reading →

Splenetic rage consumes Contorted faces Blindly Revenge retribution Lifts angry fists In time Other’s sad misfortune Drawing them in Frenzy Distant deeds far removed Behind double doors Seem close Bared teeth hissing Hate in lazy Contempt Guilty turned out to … Continue reading →

Absorbed in amniotic languor Opaque brightness fades In descent Only the sound of my own diaphragm reverberates Tolling in deathly rhythmic Surrender The Dunraven sprawls, spent prone Tears gouge mortal wounds Broken Entering her warm currents pulse Doors ajar, passageways … Continue reading →

His world imploded into deep breaths As if incapable of taking enough air She stood there A shadowy figure under fragmenting light Incomplete Inert, passive, he sat She had seen him, he had seen her High boots, slender legs, long … Continue reading →