Today we move the clocks forward. A superficial act that makes us feel that we can control time. March is blowing itself out, stripping the pristine petals of the Great White Cherry, which lodge like snow on the village green. How much we anticipate that brief …
CLICK ON THE ARROW ABOVE TO HEAR THIS POEM Like all before me I now know how we leave. The hawsers that link us to this life are slipped, some cast before we feel that leaving’s underway. We learn with a jolt, when the first …
To leave in a complete transformation of what you have been turning functional to the exotic, a triumphant defiance that effortlessly draws passing admiration yet signals end. In my Autumn will I shed all that is me so elegantly
In response to a call for poems on the theme of ‘Hope’, I have written this poem. Hope is such an integral part of our existence and it has been roughly abused by the accepted increase in selfishness. YOU CAN LISTEN TO THIS POEM BY CLICKING ON THE …
Towards the end stage of my long life I am astounded by events of recent years and find it difficult to recognise the society I grew up in. CLICK ON THE ARROW BUTTON ABOVE TO HEAR THIS POEM When did we abandon constructive criticism and evaluation? When did …
Have you sensed that sweet sadness? TO HEAR THIS POEM, CLICK ON THE ARROW ABOVE. You will recognise the peripheral moment — that sense of achievement and fear as the need for your actions fade. For me it was unexpected. At a family member’s funeral, I …
Click on the arrow button above to hear this poem The full moon rose as we left the heath from the teasing chirrs of nightjars to make our way to Dunwich beach, drawn by lazy sounds of tired sea sighs drowned by our trodden crunch of pebbles. The shoreline …
An appropriate question for this time of disruption. When did you last see Truth? It has slipped its leash and scrambled off unnoticed in the frenzied melee of baying myths. When did you last hear Truth? Its studied quietness is difficult to catch amidst the raging howl of …
The rich month of June brings so much to enjoy. Now the Dog Rose shyly flowers soft blushes amidst hard thorns, only six weeks now to ripened corn. Sounds to lift hope, insistent purring Turtle Doves, close by, call for company. Caressing cries that murmur joy. Zephyrs skim the meadow’s …
Here is a ‘post-Christmas’ poem. We look forward to receiving updates from friends, but with age the message on the Christmas cards starts to change. Cover image marked, we seek the inner message, annual brief updates from distant acquaintances signal reminders of an earlier existence and place, prompts to …
There, just inside the threshold are your treasures beach gleaned sea glass and gathered hagstones. The first pebble-tumbled, shaped and smoothed. The other’s pierced form thought to void witchcraft. Wire strung hagstone columns guard our house. Myth tells that magic wont travel over water and holed stones, wrongly thought sea …
I read this last night at the Cafe Poets first meeting in Halesworth Library, after the usual meeting place, ‘Pinkys’ had been burnt in a serious fire. Given the current heat wave it was like reading in a sauna! It was a follow up to my other longer poem that I …
I was thinking about social isolation. This poem is perhaps one concept of how it can come about. This poem was recently chosen by The Suffolk Poetry Society for publication in their magazine ‘Twelve Rivers.’ I do not look back there is too much to see some …
This was written last Summer for a competition, for a gallery displaying art involving the subject ‘Crows’. Nothing was heard, so I suspect, at best, its still on the wing! I see you Crow. I watch your studied nonchalance. Your oil drip eye gives nothing back green gleam on …
I am a strong believer in renewable energy, but it’s not a free lunch. Significant amounts of energy has to be used to change quartz sand to silicon. Silane gas produced during the manufacturing process is extremely explosive, and explosions occur. Another risk is that we currently have no …
There is a wonderful walk along the line of the old narrow gauge railwayline to Southwold, where it runs alongside the Blyth estuary. I led a walk for a group of poets there this year, and this was one of the poems that I read on the walk. We had …
I wrote this poem in mid November this year, then my e-mail inbox started to fill with ‘Pre-Black Friday’ offers, then ‘Black Friday’ offers, followed later by ‘Post Black Friday’ offers, and now I am seeing ‘Black Friday repeat offers’! Reality has overtaken imagination. Due to the delirium of Brexit …
Here is a shared experience from the night of the full ‘Strawberry Moon’ on June 20th. A warm evening after a wet morning promised the sight of Nightjars hunting, and the moon was a bonus, The mist quilt slips across the sodden heath thickening at waist height in the …
Two days after the referendum, and still dazed by the result. Soon the longing can begin, but the awareness of our loss will take longer for all to own. Already the Young feel despair for they were closer to hope than the wrinkled, palsied hands that signed away their …
National Poetry day’s theme this year was Light, and Suffolk Poetry Society invited me to join some of the other members to read poetry and celebrate the day in Aldeburgh. We took turns to read on the circular staircase of The South Lookout on Aldeburgh beach in perfect weather, warm sun …
