Category Archives: Poems

Where gossip sits on the froth speckled lips Of conspiratorial customers Dripping like over applied gloss Where ladies that latte might risk a frappe For a dare Where lovers meet, unaware And shoppers exchange compliments on What they have bought … Continue reading →

Assailed on all sides, by time Man and money Glimpsed St Martins Stands Walls hunched tight Against the onslaught Yet eternally prevails Here folk spoke, of King Henry When the world lay flat. Hammer beam roof hangs and guardian Angels … Continue reading →

Don’t listen to me, see what joys abound As you look around, don’t sit down Join with me ,in the gallery, and soar, Like you have never done before, To places you have never been or seen Dare, to dream. … Continue reading →

Cave wanted for Philosophising Have own blanket Donations of cheese, bread Herrings and gin Welcome Proximity to barbers Unimportant Please contact at Oops…………

A farthing was not much, even then Just half a ha’penny Threepenny bits were lopsided, awkward They didn’t quite fit The tanner, staple of pocket money Christmas pudding surprise, and song Two shillings never sounded as grand as a florin … Continue reading →

“We are entering the spider’s web” My mother muttered A world of Eynon’s pies, cockles and Welshcakes Of strange place names and words Where fuss is a palaver And the cry for a mess that you see is ych-y- fi … Continue reading →

The quayside terminus belched steam and passengers Parallel rails yielding to a dipping sea A black iron cliff rose, majestic Pockmarked with perfect rivets Covered gangways swayed A mysterious Rubicon Corridors splayed in labyrinthine luxury The Purser prowling imperious as … Continue reading →

I noticed that Collins have decided to make words redundant Without asking you and me And I am somewhat surprised by their inconsistency For it appears that aerodrome is to be no more As now they are seen to be … Continue reading →

Dense and angular Lacking aerodynamic qualities Propelled by brute force It cuts through the night air With no evident sign of friction Destined to meet its fate By gravity and diminishing momentum alone At sudden impact Crazed cracks spider outwards … Continue reading →

In the bowels Of the growelry The brabble Ebbed and flowed As barmaids foozled Offering frothy pints In swoopstake abandon Elbows bowed