Dullard poet

The land of a thousand sylphs

This poem was inspired by the clouds of butterflies that danced about us on a recent hike in Wiltshire. It felt like we were blessed to be amongst them. The land of a thousand sylphs We walked in the land of a thousand sylphs Down pathways forged as old as time Their wings spread widely,Continue reading “The land of a thousand sylphs”

The hike

This is the first part of a longer poem that I am working on but it’s not quite perfect yet. I hope you like it. The hike The silence is pure, golden Looking around, I am the only human being in existence and I can see for miles. The grasses sway, gently hushed. Not evenContinue reading “The hike”

Whole life crisis

I walked a thousand milesto prove that I was ableI did it to help othersbut mainly to avoid the labelof middle-aged dull womantoo beige and comfortable. I brought myself a T-shirtthat’s a tad in your faceCelebrating womenyou can’t describe as chasteJust levelling the fieldI think it’s fucking ace. I went and got my haircutIt’s funkyContinue reading “Whole life crisis”

Loft clearance

I ascend the ladder, filled with determination Brimming with good intentions I poke my head inside It’s chocka Rammed to the rafters, swollen with souvenirs, Articles from each episode or phase of our life. Clothes, books, costumes, Electrical items, wires, Musical instruments lie silenced hoping to be played Neglected cherished detritus A treasure trove andContinue reading “Loft clearance”

Tuesday night Mcflurry

‘Number 36’ came the adolescent server’s flat, drawn out call Though it could have been any other number It was a Tuesday It wouldn’t be any other night of the week It was just past eight. It was always just past eight when the call would emit some teenage employee’s lips, heralding John’s visit. 19Continue reading “Tuesday night Mcflurry”

Poemless – haikus

I’ve run out of words But I am working on it Please do bear with me Nothing to offer been a bit busy of late Won’t apologise Cerebral wasteland Perhaps the truth is, living is more important If I don’t spend time Seeing, meeting and touching the paper stays blank

Crashlanding

Today, I crashlanded back in reality and, although my injuries will smart for a time, it was the best thing that could have happened to me

Flowers

I bought myself flowers I sometimes do No one else seems to think that I may feel joy to receive them. Two pounds and ninety-nine pence brings joy in spades. Now my supermarket bouquet relaxes in a clear, glass vase I observe it’s stalks, toned legs bathing in crystal waters The green fronds of leavesContinue reading “Flowers”

Entitled

I fucked up, but somehow, without much effort, I truly believe that I can make it ALL YOUR FAULT Because you should have broadcast on the radio or sent an airplane with one of those banners trailing, sending instructions across the sky and maybe then I might not have forgot what it was that IContinue reading “Entitled”

Out of fashion

In, yarn over, out, repeat Single, double, decrease invisible Did I really get that old? Is my life so stale and miserable? I don’t dress like a grandma I don’t think that’s permissable Absorbed by this twee pastime one that others may think risible I make things Of no import That give pleasure Made –Continue reading “Out of fashion”