Over the summer I participated in a creative writing course. I was supposed to complete it in time for my return to work but you know how life gets busy. Predictably, it ended up spilling over slightly into the new term. The final assessment piece is a 1000 word short story which we shared withContinue reading “Short story”
Author Archives: Dullard poet
138
I wrote this a while ago but it is one of my favourites. It brings people back to me who I miss very much. 138 Tucked away in an unassuming corner,The last entrance on the rightPast the cupboard where the bogey man livesThe westerly door stands invitinglyI ring the bell and wait for its woodenContinue reading “138”
Reflections on the return to school.
I went back to school today, as did my colleagues – the pupils are scheduled to start back later this week. It’s my 9th September at my current school though only my 4th as a member of teaching staff. The five previous ones were enjoyed back in the 80s when I was an intelligent butContinue reading “Reflections on the return to school.”
Death of a town centre
One, two, three, four. It’s not worth going to town anymore. Five, six, seven, eight. Online shopping has sealed its fate. Nine, ten, eleven twelve. Empty windows reveal unstocked shelves. We observed the closures one by one. Every week saw another store gone. The signs were there but nothing done. It’s just easier to buyContinue reading “Death of a town centre”
Not defined by a number
Eleven years climbing the ladder to arrive at this day. Thousands of ideas and facts picked up from each seperate rung all stored and accumulated in the grey space between my ears. Today I become certified The climb validated Yet I remain unchanged from the person I was yesterday. Identical, but for a piece ofContinue reading “Not defined by a number”
A tale of injustice and incompetence.
Two days have passed since eighteen year old across the country logged into their VLEs or went into their Sixth Form centres to pick up the envelope containing the awarded outcome of the last two years of their study and hard work. Many were delighted, I am exceptionally happy for those students. My son wasContinue reading “A tale of injustice and incompetence.”
The Sungod
Nourisher, heater, hope giver Creeping in each day to wake us Sometimes hidden but always there. You provide and sustain us, Bathe and maintain us Then hide and evade us Our souls you repair Causing our feet to itch You up our desire to socialise, disrobe ourselves and play You inspire and energise With aContinue reading “The Sungod”
The impending storm(s).
The balmy weather of the last week and a half has been greeted with the usual mixed reaction of the inhabitants of this temperate isle. We have basked in the sun; journeyed to the beaches and the parks in sweltering cars – often with failing air conditioning; relaxed in gardens (our own or those ofContinue reading “The impending storm(s).”
Sunday Service
Night’s curtain lifts cautiously afraid of the scene that awaits The trill of the pigeon’s Sabbath chorale Will prove insufficient means to placate A disappointed deity Who is soundly being ignored By those congregating here yesterday as the pubs and the clubs closed their doors. The females in tiny clothing, the men with the strutContinue reading “Sunday Service”
Day 1
It’s more than a fraction strange that I have finally taken the steps necessary to take this idea of mine and turn it into something concrete. I thought that it might seem a little bit pretentious to create my own brand and some may think that the title of this site is plain stupid however,Continue reading “Day 1”
Poetry for Dullards 