Category Archives: Poems

Aston Hall Chestnuts Grand avenue A mile long colonnade Such grandeur and flat bread in a Nutshell Great hall Roaring fireplace Hosting nobility Impressing Kings in a room and A half Staircase Shattered fragments Blown by Parliaments force Munitions and … Continue reading →

Amy Rainbow wrote the first poem, to which I replied.”The Man Who Wore Tweed” is included in Amy’s excellent collection “Poems of the Unrequited” and is available via her website. You should buy a copy – she made me! Home … Continue reading →

Hewn from the tallest cliff The craggiest crag The roughest rock It stands defiant as a dragons tooth Wrenched from unyielding ancient strata To claim ancient lands When monsters roamed, wolves marauded And bears lay in wait Yet this was … Continue reading →

“And they come to Jerusalem: and Jesus went into the temple, and began to cast out them that sold and bought in the temple, and overthrew the tables of the moneychangers, and the seats of them that sold doves” And … Continue reading →

Dragged, no better than a beggar’s dead dog Through Sirtes’ indifferent gutters Eyes closed, dyed black hair matted A temple shattered , exultant cries the farewell salute To a Mad Dog whose day had come Victim to grappling hands, time … Continue reading →

The Message Brick Oblong Instrument Inert being Yet when thrown carries a potent message. Leaf Crisp It gasped Under foot Though once verdant Now its sapped span lies prone spent and broken Big Cat Fast Slender Seductive The cats’ sleek … Continue reading →

I prefer silence, quiet reflection Interrupted only by the passing purposeful pace of a nurses flat shoe Or the quiet invocation that it is “time to come through” Where a book may be read, a trusty tome Or ones thoughts … Continue reading →

Some talk of fights, struggles and battles As if a glorious campaign is being fought Where the valiant are victorious, and the weak vanquished Yet this in no equal contest One not solicited, or sought No challenge was laid down, … Continue reading →

Our eyes met I gazed In fiction She smiled I beamed We moved to romance Nimble fingers scanned the shelf She was looking for herself I was dewey eyed We whispered surreptitiously Pulse clanging cacophony In biography Then her Mother … Continue reading →

Her pink polish Failed to fill Her nail As she pressed Coins carelessly Into My outstretched palm With warm Fingers And I wondered What else Was missing