Happy New Year. This one just came to me and I thought I would get it down before it buzzed off. There’s a bee that’s always buzzing In the corners of my mind, Rooting out and nagging, At whatever peace I find. Six hairy legs are always tapping When I try to just relax, Stroking […]Read more "Bee – a poem"
Hi there, We had the light fitting removed in the boy’s room and it left this nasty hole which looked like a face. He quite likes it but I think it’s hideous. It reminded me of times when I was young and I would see faces in patterned curtains if I looked at them for […]Read more "Face in the Ceiling – a poem"
Some one asked me today if I was doing any more haikus. I was suddenly inspired and here are four of them. I’ve been learning about resilience over the past couple of days at a conference so that’s what this little sequence explores. Hope you enjoy it. Vast waves beat the shore Seconds, minutes, hours […]Read more "Waves Beat Down – a poem"
I hear such sad stories in my daily life that I was moved to write this. It’s about all those boys out there who are neglected by men who can’t seem to find the time to get involved. I’m so lucky that I have a Dad who got involved when I was young; who did […]Read more "Boys They’ll Stay – a poem"
Yesterday was the 10th anniversary of the day I met my wife. These have been the best ten years of my life and I wanted to mark the occasion with a few words. Bury my face in golden hair Feel her arms encircle me Be removed from chill of air My soul cleansed; made all […]Read more "For Serena – a poem"
This poem was inspired by Mike Nelson’s ‘The Asset Strippers’ installation at the Tate Britain, (some pictures of which I have included below), some glass buildings on the South Bank of the Thames by Vauxhall Bridge, and the general state of things around us. Slide Great, great grandad hopelessly alone Smashing up seeds with bits […]Read more "Slide – a poem about despair"
On the occasion of my first born; the boy, starting school, I wrote this. It’s inspired by how I felt watching him do climbing the other day. Hope you enjoy it. If you do, follow the links at the bottom to see some of my less upbeat poetry. Climb Tiny fingers they were Now strong, […]Read more "Climb – a poem for my son"