Old Boy (Hamish)

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

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

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 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

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