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Please enjoy the poetry I have written throughout my life. Just click on a theme or browse the full collection below.


Paris in the Sixties
I skidded on my Lambretta Near the Champs Elysées Speeding past Citroens, Peugeots, Renaults, you on board, Do you remember emerging From...


Silence in the Old Cricket Field
For Francis Thompson Here on the green square’s edge At a point of silence listen, a quarrel of sparrows in the covert, a distant mower,...


Fear
The nature of the sickness found Ulysses What is the answer …? Does Fear hold the world in balance, Intelligence inform the will? Do we...


Paul Klee's Death and Fire
Bedside Companion A painting by Klee hangs over my bed, Man, rake and sphere frame a sinister head. A cornered pilgrim digs into the...


Midsummer Moon
Mortar powders the floor, the wall leaves a chink, and a water pipe to clink on to the neighbour cell. Or should I turn to watch the sky,...


Tapping the Root
Digging in clogged earth, after rain, Mud clings, roots cling, Unlike the mandrake, shriek not, Ribes, ten years in the ground, Beauty...


Iconophobia
Thou shalt not make unto thyself any graven image ... Ten Commandments in the chapel, in the apse or on the crossing, are whitewashed or...


The Empty Bench
With Tess when she was small Down into grassy ditches The soft path tipped us, And hid for a moment the view Of the crown of the hill,...


Petrarch
Pensive and alone I tread the empty strand, Measuring my slow and heavy paces, Searching while intent on human traces In footprints left...


Lowry Poems
Windows Three faces face outwards, surprised by their master who renders them timeless as they pursue business (no business of ours)....


Integrity
Today I heard a Quaker say That God reveals Himself. In every avenue of nature. Why, at wide or narrow Meeting roads (where Sons slay...


Cambes Sur Plaine
Below the old church tower Where masons, time and weather Repair the scars of war, Centuries of flaking slabs Huddle, lean and whisper....


La Fête des Filets Bleus
Concarneau - August A young woman, a man much older, Both dressed for everyday, He holds her round the shoulder, She him around the waist...


Marchers
The chanting drowned the city noise, Challenged the busy town. The marchers stopped, formed lines, But the busy town rolled on. They held...


Dufy in Bouville
Dredgers churn the seabed, A sunlit lighthouse gleams On the sea-front where he strolled, After painting some French interior In...


Time Check
When the Beagle went to sea Fitzroy fixed the route by GMT With John Harrison’s marvellous clock In a box which stemmed the roll The...


Telescope
Objects carry their history and our own - A drum let’s say, which traversed the Atlantic Or a telescope longue vue, Piercing the...


Experts on the Universe
Quite intentionally made Sense-armoured by their mental trade They view the heavens with aplomb In their high probing towers from Which a...
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