Old BoyI shall miss your snores From beneath the dining room table, Between the larder and the front door. Their … More
Category: Simon Denegri
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 … More
Rock Steady
A shoogly table. I look to see if the floor is uneven Or one table leg shorter than the others. … More
My Dear Old Mum
This is some ‘found’ poetry I have taken from three letters sent by my Great Uncle Francis (Frank) William Denegri … More
On Bidborough Ridge
Another poem inspired by my local area with references to Bidborough, Southborough, the Downs and A21! On Bidborough Ridge My … More
The Apple
If I said to you that a single, large red appleAppeared on our sapling this year,I would not blame you … More
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