Dullard poet

For love I let you go

I wrote this in response to a poem that I had the privilege to watch Lemn Sissay recite last Thursday. If you haven’t read his work, I would certainly recommend that you do so. So here it is… For love I let you go So you would have things I could never provide I wouldContinue reading “For love I let you go”

Fish

Time swam like a fish all blurred lines and go-faster stripes Even dull drawn-out days disappeared in clumps Those days of headaches and eyes strained from staring hour upon hour at obnoxious screens You’d think they’d drag! Wouldn’t you? But no, the brakes on life had jammed and so they all just whizzed on pastContinue reading “Fish”

Dull Lives

They made themselves comfortable locked away all ambition turned their backs on risk playing safe by their own admission Wholly frightened by adventure avoiding big emotions They lingered in their own back yard snubbed the calling oceans Ignorant of how to live a magnificent existence the lure of pure excitement countered by fearful resistance HalfContinue reading “Dull Lives”

Late afternoon in the hotel pool

Ensconsed in the weightless azul I float blanketed by the ceylon sky Bubbles nibble gently at my ears as I lay here prone A starfish Then a cross bathed in healing waters An aquatic cocoon where all preoccupation dissolves

The happy sad step.

The emotion-shaping balance board often given a wide berth capable of such destruction poor self worth enormous hurt depression and revoltion a reality check such tension or the long-awaited jolt needed to trigger revolution If you’re willing to let it guide you not abuse you spur you on allow the figures to seduce you intoContinue reading “The happy sad step.”

Driving back from Art Class – the diversion

A crushed velvet corridor Plump and green Studded with the yellow stones Of cottages with small windows A deserted Ashton Keynes No sign of any residents Only cars lazing in drives Grasses and nettles 50 miles per hour signs Rush past me Under the grey-blue sky Bats and bright red telephone boxes A large leapingContinue reading “Driving back from Art Class – the diversion”

In need of new transport

I watched my car swim past today As it breaststroked down the road Upon opening the curtains I’d found the world had overflowed The weatherman had told us That the forecast was quite grim He’d talked of impending deluges And the squalliest of winds I’d gone to bed and thought to myself ‘Just how badContinue reading “In need of new transport”

Ready for the off

Excitement immediately starts to set in Long-abandoned cases descend their home in the loft Too many seasons they’d lain Abandoned Neglected Not a hint of adventure No destination selected undusted, unneeded, superfluous, rejected Without notice they were packed All ready for the off Bundled into boot spaces Blocking the rear view Bursting with enthusiasm toContinue reading “Ready for the off”

Dust to dust

Ominous music plays gently in the background Thunder rumbles softly overhead I hear your voice and the chuckling of your laughter. “I’m going to ask you a questionand you won’t like it!” “Are you ready?” The end is drawing very near Indistinct conversations play out in Nirvana “Time to say the necessary, but I wouldn’tContinue reading “Dust to dust”

Licks

In the middle of Frogmore Street a little boy about four years old stands crying. Forlornly holding an empty wafer cornet in his tightly clenched hand. Clumps of tears descending his cheeks; he wails and he stares deflatedly at the two lumps of defrosting vanilla soft scoop as they relax all over the adjacent pavingContinue reading “Licks”