Category: Poetry

Pewter waves roll mercilessly Seagulls sing their mournful songs And disappear. Salt sprays glint in the pale glare. The sun is cold and The horizon curves, Keeping the secrets Of impenetrable depths. Clouds amass, Hiding the sun In their wet embrace. A lightning bolt flashes. The water springs up to meet it Halfway The wind…

Red and silver evoked images of fire, Alarming the heart. Bloodshot and shiny, it cut a pathway through flesh and stone. Lachrymose, in shock, passers-by stopped in the streets. Glowing scaffolding couldn’t support the spire. Humans fought the inferno To save what could be saved And still the flames endured. Lead dripped into the wounds…

Cloistered walks rose towards the sky The cool refectory mirrored Muted voices As nuns bowed to The abbess. Only ruins are left Of walls welcoming William, victorious From Hastings… Grey shapes remain. Sharing their secrets with Those who listen: The Curfew Tower And St Margret Still hold out and guard those, Dead to the world…

Are we then likely to reach a conclusion? Must we accept the most basic defeat? Can sweeping statements and primeval landscapes Account for the strangeness, the passionate nature Protecting and challenging glorious bliss? Would life become simpler in subtle tranquillity? Can we achieve such miraculous feats: Claiming insight in marvels beyond our reach? Is love…

There’s a day: it’s filled with roses. There’s a day of hopeful bliss. There’s a day for pure romances, there’s a day for broken hearts. Will the broken hearts be mended? Will the flowers wither soon? Will a romance grow and prosper? Will that bliss be crushed through life? Are the hopeful days soon ended?…

There are always those split seconds When time stands still and mysteries Come into being. No-one can deny or undo precious Memories or pictures that became Stamped to the inside of the mind. Every man or woman carries This sweet burden Whether they try to diminish or forget That, which was. Kneeling together on a…

Dark mornings Twilit chill The countryside bleak with silhouette trees Snow falls Moods drop And sunshine falls off with the tilt of the earth Bleak are the days as the midwinter reigns Humans need symbols and signs to survive Lighting a candle Or pleading for warmth Opposes the fear that lie deep in our souls…

Mr McHeath, the would-be rock-star, Plays his bass and scorns the black ‘dots’ Travels abroad to practise the riffs But fate disappoints him: His chords go amiss. Later, back home he takes up his career. His band plays small gigs Mainly heard by his friends, His drinking companions, A rock-chick or two But day-jobs give…

  Abandoned house of cobwebs Haunted and old. Walk past, Quicken your pace In the dead of the night   What happened here? Who can tell?   Sighs embrace the unwary And whisper dread secrets   Once every year A glow appears Behind broken windows   Wispy forms glimmer In the moonlight And invite you…

  Forced into marriage and out Hapless and gormless Everything goes: Career like nil He takes to swill Herbal teas and veggie meals Making a temple out of his body. Surprisingly, fat quills from every pore. Dreams of eternal youth evaporate As quickly as his weight grows. His only redeeming feature is His kindness, which…