Old BoyI shall miss your snores From beneath the dining room table, Between the larder and the front door. Their … More
Tag: Kent poetry
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
Holden Pond
The blacksmith’s hammerAnd the tanner’s malletFell silent here a long time ago. Their calloused pounding handsAnd leather beating heartsNow lying … More
Simon Denegri Poetry 