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The Lilies, the Lakes and the Lark Call

The deer in the wilderness, the birds born in spring. The sweeping green lawns, land lean not fallow. The silver voices among swirling swallows. Hearing the whispers, birds softly sing. Brisk, the moon changes colour. Bright peach and mellow The lilies, the lakes and the lark calls. Ducks and swans swarm among fauna. Life is … Continue reading

The Church Bells Chime as the Cherry Trees Bloom

On a sunny street outside. After the carers were clapped and Good Friday came, I imagine. The church bells chime as the cherry trees bloom. As all around is dazed and quiet. While natural colours are an enchantment. Outside I hear a book page turn. While I, slow to learn repercussions, enjoy the rough beat … Continue reading

The Poetry Ferrets

A poem with a bit of humour. The Poetry Ferrets They came to stay. On an unknown place called Poets Bay. One evening they had a hike to a beachside open mic. A certain ferret was called Caroline Fluffy, though her performance was somewhat muffly against a backdrop of poetry pews. Barely an outsider came … Continue reading


Exile On a golden spring day the streets are silent. If this was a foreign land and I a refugee This would be what exile felt like. Somewhere children are crying, babies screaming, In Africa, they are dying of starvation Not corona, But we, caring only for our next flit to the pub, prior social … Continue reading

Checkout Girl

Dedicated to all the shop workers doing such a good job especially my friend, Karen. This is an ode to a checkout girl. She always has a smile for me. This is an ode to a checkout girl. She tries very hard to be free. When you hand over your credit card or cash to … Continue reading


She gave up. Her ghostly shadow, flickered faint in May. Vanished under a political storm. The downpour of tears was coming. She held them back as a goat would to it’s lame herd. God’s sheep will sing to the glory of a God, while Mrs May cried in the prevailing fog. Principled, intransigent, flawed. What … Continue reading


I once met a troll at the end of my road. Short, stout and scabby. This troll was nasty. Vicious, unkind and uncouth. He lived among rubbish, beer cans in his hand. He threw them in the road and laughed at the same time. This troll was a man of little consideration. His major strength … Continue reading

Second Coming

Jesus Christ came back in a peach Cadillac. As he drove down the road from heaven. He had an army of people. Outsiders from different ghettos all stood to salute his Coming. He was rather retro, though I wouldn’t say cool. But side kick St Peter was smoking a spliff. They were getting arrested for … Continue reading


Evacuation The baby in his mother’s arms watched vacantly, as his brothers and sisters were evacuated to the countryside. For as he slowly walks and talks, he somehow recollects a brother and sister playing, and rocking him to sleep. As he grows older and they return from the countryside a beam of delight and love … Continue reading

Kindred Spirits

Coming from different avenues We meet on the same pathway Something in your toxic stare stills the water, A gulf between our generations, stepping stones between My first world problems, sleep indulged fear of solitude And your experience, a life well fulfilled, Grandchildren running up your knees. Until there is nothing but the river And … Continue reading