my poems

This contains every single poem I write, good or bad.
Most of them are bad anyway!

A plea for help

This is a plea for help. It may not sound like it, but it is. I'm not very good at sounding desperate.

Coffin thoughts

I sometimes imagine my funeral The grey sky filled with crows...

Colour

Red - crimson scarlet blood velvety fiery cherry strawberry Orange - Streetlight Candles Autumn Yellow - Lemon

Hayfever

To welcome the summer.

Fog

Very short - only 3 lines. The fog came...

The desert in my head

My mind is a desert A barren wasteland Parched and empty of thought Except for a lonely idea Flashes through and disappears again Tumbleweed in the distance. Occasionally a thought appears

Trap

Not the best poem I've written - inspired by my objection to rat/mouse traps and the supposedly "humane" disposal of rodents.

Campfire

A pocket-sized elegy for driftwood.
Cherry

The Salmon of Doubt

The ranting winds that bucket us With stinging salt lashes on skin And screaming frozen harpy-ridden fury Will soon be kitten-soft and sighing. Jaw-...

shoestonefall

the stone-in-shoe rattle as he hurtles down grates on him beyond thought or reason no thought to his bloody tongue tip clenched in eyes-white teeth...

Orbit

And here, at last; the creeping mist wall Grows milk-white clammy in the trees To soften out the battering rain That punches down plump on cat and...

Cornwall

For my grandmother, underneath her apple tree.
Cherry

Overgraduate

In amongst the browning pears And teabags drowned in colonies Of mugs, I make my nest Muffling the mordant sun The kindly hum of giants' music Slows...
Cherry

Spring in a Country Graveyard

Even as the ancient patterns Chiselled into rock remind us always Of the end to every song, The vast cacophonies of life Ignore the dirge and drown...

Intra-Venus

The aeroplane he hears that skirts the valley every night with mirror-masked identity and motive shrouded out each time provokes a twinge, the...

Too Much Everything

There's too much everything out there today. Even through the windows I feel it. A dim rising murmur of this-and-that-and-this-again Pillowing the...
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Death: A Mouth

This memory's as thick As all the blankets You entrapped me in To pepper up your words You wrapped and drowned me As I blazed away each letter To the...

In the Shadows

At the death of every day that peacocks glorious and bold commands the world to pay attention to the screaming dull importance of its waves of torrid...

The Things We Can't Hold Onto While We're Moving

Slack, drum, safe A slicked down lizard's floating space The trudging sunken hammer face Platoons the warm abyss Cold, red, white From nothing grown...
Cherry

June: a yellow woman

June: a yellow woman Wraps in rapid rabbit leaves Her bald daughter frail as meat, As soft and poison-wet In life as pondweed. To cure some vast...
Cherry

Making a Meal

Coffee cup in tow, The cold becomes you. Cradled soft in hot hands, You are my pigeon: Cooing as I eat you Chunk by feathery chunk, Gnaw your rafters...

Moleheart

Watching you work, I realise You move like a field: Cotton skirts swaying, Running hands over gossamer dew. Aboveground, you're all petty birds and...

Rat

Rats cheer me up; hence, a tiny poem.

Your House Creaks

Your house creaks As it settles On the seabed Like a petal Tickle slippers In the larder Cough a poppy Piggy parlour Clicking lock Plucking rhythms...

A Cat

A cat in the dark Cheek pressed to vanishing glass I might be a fish.

The Lost Days of a Limpet

You were born a silent egg A stubborn little shell Sucking tight the window to the world. Now, in nests of newspaper And seconds ticking through the...
Cherry

Half Stuck Home

To stay any longer Would feel like defeat. A backstep, a misfire A misstep; a slackwire Trailing between two cans And then just one. These streets...

Prime Ape

I'm the smartest of the primates Small hard-handed ape Grasping for a sense of space, A rock, a meadow, a warm hole And roasted meat before I sleep...
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