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Thoughts At Night. . . It’s twenty to two And I am still awake, Listening to your soft breath While you deeply sleep. Everything is still and quiet, With only the tick of the clock And the odd passing car To keep me company As I lie here warm beside you, Grateful for all that [...]

Catawampus. . . You sit crosswise, high upon my wall Looking coolly down upon me. I did not see you there at first But you have obviously been here before, And so I quietly nestle down Upon a birdshit smeared chair To enjoy the beauty of your face And it’s ancient imperial stare. . .

Unwanted Soundtrack To A Life. . . Once again I listen To the insistent voice That is my lifelong companion. Every act of faith I compose Is commented upon at length By it’s unwelcome accompaniment. It is hard to continue Because of the quiet criticism And wilful discouragement Of this other darker self And it’s [...]

The Captain Of Your Ship. . . Be responsible for all you do, Make your own free choices, Commit to your own mistakes And take it like a man. No-one can ever know When unseen icebergs will strike But you can stand at the helm And steer by a good star. . .

Carnie Shill. . Have you ever wondered Why we all take it so personally, Fate does not deliberately decide To pick on one of us especially. It is all a game of chance A throw of weighted dice A game of pitch and toss. Life is a travelling salesman In a cheap brown suit Who [...]

Panic Stations. . . What is the meaning Of the panic attacks, The sudden turbulence Of quickened fear and doubt. Everything is just the same As it was yesterday And all the days before And all the days before that. . .

Up On The Moors. . . There is great beauty on the moors, The pull of the open expanse The call of real emptiness. There are still secrets there Far above the steepled streets Where people sit down together To eat their Hovis bread And frighten each other With tales of real monsters On Movietone [...]

Great White. . . What good did it do me to build a boma round my heart. You stalked me like a legendary hunter and broke through my defences without even a scratch. . .

Figure Of A Man. . . It was a strange day To sit under the special tree Crushing down the summer grass Deep within cool shade. I saw a dark figure in the distance At the far edge of the field Standing quite motionless. When I looked again later It seemed to be much nearer [...]

Money, Money, Money. . . It does not matter about money It has no conscience, It’s the things you do for money That will do the damage. . .

The Woods. . It’s a quiet world tonight Looking out onto the woods, No shine at all from the moon Just shadows as far as the eye can see. I wonder what is moving out there Deep within the tree line, Perhaps only the smallest creatures Hiding away from the dangers of the night. . [...]

Night Time. . . These quiet hours are filled with the ticking of the clock, trying hard to persuade me that the night is passing by. It seems like a con trick, while I lie here staring like a patient scryer, for the length of days it takes to pass the time contained within one [...]

Throwback. . . On a chill autumn day Walking down by the river, There was a sudden awareness Of height and muscular breadth, A smooth and masterful stride, Of long yellow hair flowing back. People clustered closely behind But too afraid to overtake. Arm raised up to receive the bird That plummeted back towards the [...]

Don’t Talk Crap. . . Don’t you try to tell me That everything is due to change, Don’t tell me that you think It is like the roll of a dice. We are here in this moment Because all possible roads Could only have led us here To this place where we finally stand. Holding [...]

Those Were The Days. . . Such tiny things can bring pleasure. As I turn into my Nan’s yard I can smell the familiar aroma Of scones, drifting through From the widely opened back door Where she stands in the kitchen Dressed in a flowery pinny Making scones just for me. She turns, with a [...]

95b. . . It is many months now since we last met, but there is nothing that has ever changed. I say your name and instantly connect. I still love you I truly do and I would die for you on any given day. . . I truly do.

Foodie Dreams. . . I would do anything for a meat and potato pie like the kind my mother used to bake. The ones I ate in her kitchen straight from the oven. Making puffy breaths as I jostled the red hot pastry around inside my mouth ’til it was cool enough to swallow. . [...]

Telling You Where To Get Off. . . Telling you you had to go made me feel so good. To see that sudden shock move like quicksilver on the surface of your eyes. I know you never thought I never would, that loving you, I never could. But you forgot to factor in that I [...]

Why Panic. . . Why do I feel such sudden feelings of panic, as if something is moving out there beyond my vision. As if the very foundation that holds up my world is no longer safe or secure in it’s construction. I tell myself that it’s OK, there is nothing wrong. but then the [...]

Tintinnabulation. . . As she moves through, I hear The chinking of her bangles. Smooth silver bands That gather stiffly at the wrists. I hear them tinkling As she sleeps beside me And in the coming of every dawn I hear them paying court To her arising. . .

. Grit Of Life. . . Pain and ecstasy provide the traction in life. Contentment being a slippy thing, moving smoothly through the years, allowing time to rush around us. It is the pain that provides the grit of life. That forms the pearl. . .

Remembering Mum. . . My mum died a year ago And I miss her still Although it is sweet now Rather than a reason to cry. I was left an engagement ring, Beautiful, but frail and thin With a cracked stone in the shoulder. I took the decision to remount it And wondered if I [...]

Making Changes. . . It is easy to take a wrong turning, Easy to make a bad decision. It is not easy to stop dead, To realise that it has all gone wrong, Wipe out the status quo and start again. It is not easy, but it is possible. . .

Letter To A Soldier’s Mother. . . It was unbearable to see the photograph of you with your damaged son. To see the pain upon your face. He gave all that he was to his beloved country but here is nothing we can do to help you except to pray for a miracle. . . [...]

I See It. . . Looking out of the window wide awake on a dark night I see it running along a wall, quick movements against the clock. Sudden illumination briefly shows the thin and hairless tail, I would shudder at the  sight but to be honest, it is a frequent one. . .

Lot 271. . . They may just be two ostrich eggs bought in an auction room bid but they are a wonderment. Born of Rider Haggard stories and dreams of Ursula Andress as She. Born of places in a green encyclopedia studied at great childhood lengths on a small leatherette settee. The kind with brass [...]

Cars. . . It is disturbing to be so fast, dashing through stationary countryside, seeing misty trees with foggy tops almost invisible on the hills. Passing clipped hedges and wild verges there and gone in just a breath, to reach so quickly for a newer scene. . .

I Do Believe. . . I believe in fun And screams of joy, in calliope ruckus and new ‘Land Ahoy’. In funfairs and candy And carnival horses that never deflect from their magical courses. I believe in creating the maddest of schemes, I believe in pursuing impossible dreams. . .