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

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

What are these that eye me? Say eyes that canvass ùs; A glare, a puckered gleam, Burn us twofold; cupids leer And squinny; a musketeer...

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

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

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...

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

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

Sailors from the crow's nest peering In Hans Schlottheim's Golden Galleon Where chimes the time at every quarter And trumpeters announce...

So he is gone And he sighed as he went And you have no right To assume what that sigh Might have meant, What it means To those who were...

Degas knew the feel of light on delicate moving bones, anatomising figures pulling on a glove, trying a summer hat with tongue-tip...

Nature's Cry The old on empty roads head for the vanishing point; the young between façades feel nature’s vertigo. I paint the pain...

A time to look back on A time to look forward A song to sing sweetly Whose words make us mourn When a shadow lies heavy When in winter...

I heard an ancient whaler say The story should go round Of how the whaling trade was run Before they all went underground And proud he...

Dawn knocking woke up Troilus, Time bundled up his Cressida, the leaving was not easy, yet to Time he had to leave her. No twin trumpets...

E vietato in Otranto calpestare l’erba but over the cathedral floor, from the great west door, feet trample the Serpent, limbs of the...

A taper illumines the head of the man bowed over the table, scribbling and smiling as ever, claiming that smoke descended, through his...

From a holy place on the northern coast of an isle in the centre of a wine dark sea we unearthed a figurine vaulting over a bronze Minoan...

Sitting beneath the orchard trees, the meadow newly mown, consuming tea and scones, on plastic chairs and tables, what does this place...

On a quiet road this April day We park the car and thread our way Through trees which overgrow a scene Old photos tell us once has been...