Tag: poems

Going in Pairs

Lads roll their eyes When they see us pop To the loo in pairs Easy to be blasé When you’ve never been groped And had no one believe you Never been pinned against a wall Never been leered at With no one to back…

Lugh’s Lesson

I walk up to the gates And I tell them How much I have to offer How much I have to give But they don’t want to know They’ve seen it all before You don’t write better Sing better Fight better Than any we’ve…

Ocean Longing

Strange nostalgia for the sea Background smell Of coal dust and coziness While I walk on the beach Houses behind me Horizon ahead Beckoning.

Lonely Bubble

The boy pulls my arm Look at this bubble! He cries, and sighs In delight. It sits, unharmed, on the rainy tarmac Wet and round and glossy A perfect hemisphere A ghostly fried egg imitator A final resting place With no predicted pop. It…

Old Ways/New Ways

I’m frying things in butter Oil in cupboard, with the clutter Bottling rainwater from buckets Standing guard until it chucks it Down and how I check the weather Smell of air and pinch of leather Pine cone shrinking, mercury rising Direct sun and cloud…

Otley Spoken Poetry Competition

If you have a spare three quid burning a hole in your pocket, why not come to Otley Courthouse next Saturday? I be performing some poetry, alongside many other poets, vying for the coveted OWF Press Spoken Poetry Prize!

Samildánach

Will I have any corn to bring To place on the stone within the ring? Will I have flesh to cut and burn And place inside the bubbling urn? Will I have neeps and spuds and carrots To fill these wide and simmering pots?…