Gulls

Gulls I used to hear the seagulls In the distance, and tell my sons That they had been swept inland … More

Old Boy (Hamish)

Old BoyI shall miss your snores From beneath the dining room table, Between the larder and the front door. Their … More

A little before Half-past five on a Sunday morning,The nursing home phoned to tell me My father had died at … More

A shoogly table. I look to see if the floor is uneven Or one table leg shorter than the others. … More

Setting off down the beach We slip and slide, On the slow, ancient tide of shells and stones That shifts … More

This is some ‘found’ poetry I have taken from three letters sent by my Great Uncle Francis (Frank) William Denegri … More

When I first got home from the hospital, I kept lifting my t-shirt to have a closer look. With a … More

This was written at the time of the first lockdown in March. Somehow still seemed relevant. For once, it was … More

Another poem inspired by my local area with references to Bidborough, Southborough, the Downs and A21! On Bidborough Ridge My … More

If I said to you that a single, large red appleAppeared on our sapling this year,I would not blame you … More