Gulls

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

Winchelsea Beach

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

Lie me here and tuck me in. But I beg you, do not wake me. Do not bring me round … More

An old friend long bidden but forever shy This afternoon, soft-spoken, timid, came by. The impatient hands of the prying … More

Some fetch a rake and broom, A rusty dustpan and old brush, Two wooden boards of equal length, And choose … More

Day Moon Why do you linger so? A single pearl On a silver plate. Are you a meddling moon Ready … More

Austin Princess On Sunday afternoons He would escape with her, To a lay-by where rocky outcrops Ran like mascara down … More

Just a bit of fun but it wouldn’t be me if there wasn’t a metaphor lurking in there somewhere would … More