Cherry

Letting Go

“Happy Mother’s day!” she says, standing in the front-porch. “These are for you,” thrusting two balloons in my hand, tied with ribbons ...
Cherry

Singapore, 1940

a "pome", more formal in form, less effective in effect... a sestina of sorts...

High Summer

I wrote this at the time of the Boscastle disaster, but it could almost apply to anywhere and anytime even this past Summer.

It

I hope this will speak for itself...

Odds On

The red note’s my last I grinned mirthlessly You couldn’t turn it into a family, could you? Do you take me for a mid-wife? A banker then Did you write this note?

In a Coffee Shop, I've Met the Guy in Faded Jeans

I was so sure that the three leaflets on my notebook had secret pages in it.

Blonde Butterfly

The pub is low lit with gargling springs In the corner sit a group of old caterpillar things Their clothes aren’t designer but there’s contented rapport

The Angel of Mons - chapter four

Four

Write a poem...

Write a poem lay it down make a stranger smile or frown words of wisdom wild ideas whispers from the bygone years be it simple be it vague be it filled with fear and rage

2005 the beginning of birth pangs

This poem was born out of the events of the year 2005. Its primarily spoken word poetry for the stage.

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