Tag: poetry

Snow Dreams

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”

I Rose

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: Spambot

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”

Celtic Witchcraft, nearly there!

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!

Post Solstice Blues

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”

Outside In: Heart Centre, Leeds

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

Haiku for Lugh

Bright poke in the eye From Lugh, golden in the blue; I reflect, moon like.

Lick the Sky

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”

Dirty Poem

Pen meet paper Have a chat Shake nib with grain In absence of hands A heat erupts Between two strangers Immediate, shocking As fuzz of fibre Cause ink to flow Liquid and glorious.

Feeling Lifted

Two new additions to my busy autumn/winter table: Sex, Love and Rock and Roll by Tony Walsh aka Longfella, and Navigation by Canal Laureate, Jo Bell. What inspired these two new purchases? A trip to Otley Courthouse to see Lifted, an interactive poetry performance… Continue Reading “Feeling Lifted”