BRADFORD WRITES at Bradford City Library



Black Sun
There is a black sun rising in the east,
a swirling, shape-shifting schizemic shift.
Twitchers throng, to embrace overhead feast,
each single element of airborne lift
combines to darken crimson blooded sky.
Freewheeling murmuration holds our gaze,
black sun fills binoculars held to try
to capture magic moments, as the day
slips into darkness the throng disperses,
thousands of sturnidae, forever lost.
Hooded crow signals eternal curses
as moon takes centre stage to count the cost.














#poetrylovers #writerscommunity Rhubarb Poetry Tree! Open Gardens trail at 33 Albert Road this Saturday - 3 of my poems will be there plus a chance to purchase my books!


Bradford Libraries will soon be stocking 4 copies of my book A Very Alternative Coast to Coast in support of local authors! #Supportlocal


Lost for words
I’m in the garden,
looking at a plant,
Only yesterday
I could tell you its name,
stubbornly refusing to come
clean,
teasing my brain.