Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
The new moon, sliver of silver Sits upon the cloud throne Serious as ever. Never have I felt Such grief For someone I never met Yet my soul is aching Heart is breaking Diamonds in my eyes Make jewels street lights. This modern love… Continue Reading “Juxtaposition”
Plain white sky Like hotel sheets Dull and unexpecting Business like and taut. So featureless Yet promising Cold, white fluff Softness incarnate Deadly and sharp. Drifting down And against doors No pause No laws Against this invasion. I dream of snow; December’s promise Solstice… Continue Reading “Snow Dreams”
My rose was blue I stepped beneath the arch My rose was gold Or peach Softness incarnate Never crimson Never bold Tentative like my Steps. I rose beneath the arch To meet four faces Framed with snake With sea With sinister teeth With chains… Continue Reading “I Rose”
David Cameron, David Cam You are a robot Made out of spam You hunt the foxes And kill the poor And that’s what Tories voted for. At Eton you were just one of the chaps Burning money in front of tramps I guess you… Continue Reading “David Cameron: Spambot”
The penultimate chapter of Celtic Witchcraft is up! Please have a read HERE and leave me a comment letting me know what you you think. The final chapter will be up next month. I’m just negotiating for my cover artwork. Very exciting!
The longest day Was wild Was fun With number one My precious son Who charms And smiles And plays And whiles Away the day That stretches Until the very fabric Of dusk is Thin Like ancient parchment On which is scribed The secrets of… Continue Reading “Post Solstice Blues”
If you’re in Leeds this Saturday, do pop in to Heart in Headingley where Peter Spafford will be showcasing local talent. Expect music, spoken word and poetry, and also expect to be impressed. Click link below for full details. See you there! http://www.heartcentre.org.uk/whats-on/event-details?mc_id=mc_2015-03-21_1071
It’s Imbolc And I want to Lick the sky Those fiery stripes Must surely be As sweet as sunrise ice. The blackbird nods Tail bouncing on the wall Of a run down council house. The Honda Prelude that Cuts me up Is a square… Continue Reading “Lick the Sky”