Poetry

A collection of poems.

Heron

What prehistoric beast are you pretending to be?
Cherry

Clocks

Clocks Holding hands, we balance and hop in silence through the long grass so as not to wake the farm dogs. The metal field gate resists my push and...

Pollinate

Pollinate We started this thing years ago; where darkness surrounds light and each day unfurls like a stretched ribbon. As though in water the dust...
Cherry

Poles Apart

You, the North Star or Polaris; always present, pinhole light that inspired generations - anchored without weight, mysteriously staying and resisting...

The Football

Who would have guessed that a small tree could be so vicious. All day you had kicked the new football back and forth against the gable of the red...

Listen

You will argue that there is no sound in space and that a satellite the size of a wheel barrow could mimic a star whilst combing the atmosphere. I...

Late September

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Still life was the challenge of the new term. Maria, whose yellowed fingers would later take the charcoal from my hand and crush the burnt willow,...