Gulls I used to hear the seagulls In the distance, and tell my sons That they had been swept inland…
Old Boy (Hamish)
Old BoyI shall miss your snores From beneath the dining room table, Between the larder and the front door. Their…
As it should
A little before Half-past five on a Sunday morning,The nursing home phoned to tell me My father had died at…
Rock Steady
A shoogly table. I look to see if the floor is uneven Or one table leg shorter than the others.…
Winchelsea Beach
Setting off down the beach We slip and slide, On the slow, ancient tide of shells and stones That shifts…
My Dear Old Mum
This is some ‘found’ poetry I have taken from three letters sent by my Great Uncle Francis (Frank) William Denegri…
Earthed
When I first got home from the hospital, I kept lifting my t-shirt to have a closer look. With a…
Truth
This was written at the time of the first lockdown in March. Somehow still seemed relevant. For once, it was…
On Bidborough Ridge
Another poem inspired by my local area with references to Bidborough, Southborough, the Downs and A21! On Bidborough Ridge My…
The Apple
If I said to you that a single, large red appleAppeared on our sapling this year,I would not blame you…
Simon Denegri Poetry 