A whisper;
There’s more left for you in life than this.
Category: Poetry
Sea Wyvern
Secured by a rolling hitch, /
And with your sheets held fast, /
You set sail on your hospital bed…
Going to Mars
If we ever go to Mars it will be in cars
With rusty exhausts and failing springs.
There will be a smell of vinyl
And traces of lichen around the windows,
Which we’ll badly want to open,
As we bounce across the Helas Basin.
Poetry collection: In February
“Poetry to shake senses awake with the splash of language.”
The shadow-trader
I slip, slight, to slither and search / Backstreet, corner, dockland, church. / Sleek, slender, slacking my thirst, /
For richer, for poorer, beggar-man, hearse.
Green Man
Dusk is the time of Santa Claus /
Autumn briars where he dwells /
He stalks among the dying branches /
Little Sparta
Among the stones, inscriptions For drowned ships and fallen leaders, Stands of alder and of birch The frozen souls of … More
Timorous Beastie
There’s not much timorous about you my friend
Scrotal ye are, and swelling
Otter
In honour of this liquid creature / Who twists between worlds / Blending shadow and light
