The end of the day

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

Intimacy

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

Day Moon

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

Poem: Austin Princess

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

The jug that pours

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

Prison van

When I pulled alongside I heard the thumping start, A pounding so loud I thought It came from my racing…

Fledgling

You broke against The window pane Learning to fly. Jumbled jackstraw Wings, falling In crumpled silence. We watched from Gilded…

In the mirror

I look tired My face is an old cardboard box Of discarded saucepans and pots Destined for the garage, charity…

Poem: Sunflowers

If you are on your bike or driving by I dare you not, when passing by, To break into the…