Category Poetry

If music be the food of love then poetry may just be the language of emotion. Home for my own words and those of others who in some way inspire, inform, entertain or educate me.

Black li(v)es matter

We should all be held to the same standard when it comes to the truth (and lies). But we aren’t, as the sad death of Professor Jason Arday shows. Who reading this hasn’t been dishonest? Funny (not funny) how some…

Drowning upwards

Water lily flowers. Gracing us with their presence too briefly Then sinking like drowning men And stare as we might, praying for their return, All we see is our own reflection Unruffled. A world within the compass rose of the…

The Sky Scratchers

These: the star-crossed brothers The men who would be gods Send satellites to space To hide the track lines of their addiction In plain sight. Wrangling hidden beasts by night Taurus, Aries, Ursa Major… No consolation. No direction. No Australis…

The Ballad of the Golden Boot

All Hermes feet they thread a pass Clean through a needle’s eye And weave their magic on the grass Opponents want to fly. The ice cool nerves of Dembélé Brain-freezing defenders. Rooney swooning on the telly France, he says, contenders.…

To a mechanic dying young

A cycle, Triumph Bonneville, Its throttle full up old Lords Hill. The rider leans with n’er a skid A dimpled grin beneath his lid. Kiwi-bred so hell to leather Clad instead in maroon sweater. Yet softly spoken, quite the catch…