Category My Poems

Shoe rack

This week’s poem, is a prose poem inspired by something I saw at the home of my grandson’s friend when he went to play there after school…. As always, I hope you enjoy! #WritingCommunity #Writerslift #poetrycommunity #poetrylovers #Poems #Authors #ShamelessSelfpromoWednesday

Sundays down The Moss

This week’s poem, Sundays down The Moss – from times gone by. Have a good Friday everyone… As always, I hope you enjoy! #WritingCommunity #Writerslift #Books #poetrycommunity #poetrylovers #Poems #Authors #Writers #ReadersCommunity #ShamelessSelfpromoFriday

Mothering

This week’s poem, following Mothering Sunday is named “Mothering”. Thank you to all the wonderful mothers… As always, I hope you enjoy! #WritingCommunity #Writerslift #Books #poetrycommunity #poetrylovers #Poems #Authors #Writers #ReadersCommunity #ShamelessSelfpromoWednesday

Lakeland Mist

This week’s poem, Lakeland Mist. As always, I hope you enjoy #WritingCommunity #Writerslift #Books #poetrycommunity #poetrylovers #Poems #Authors #Writers #ReadersCommunity #ShamelessSelfpromoWednesday Don’t forget all of my published poems are available to read on my website, along with upcoming news, information…

 ‘Unseen’

This week’s poem, Unseen. A poem constructed along the lines of a tight repeating line and rhyming structure. Essentially relating to the experience of many people who have arrived in this country and for 5/10/15 years have to survive without…

Slicks

This week’s poem, Slicks, was based on taking lines from an article and responding to them in couplets. So the first lines derive from an RSPB article and reflect bird/animal life in an urban setting, however the whole piece now…

Dear Deidre

This week’s poem, based loosely on the contents of letters to Agony Aunts is called Dear Deidre. As always, I hope you enjoy! #WritingCommunity #Writerslift #Books #poetrycommunity #poetrylovers #Poems #Blogs #Authors #Writers #ReadersCommunity #ShamelessSelfpromoSunday

How to write a poem of love

As we approach Valentine’s Day – My poem for this week is called: How to write a poem of love As always, I hope you enjoy! #WritingCommunity #Writerslift #Books #poetrycommunity #poetrylovers #Poems #Blogs #Authors #Writers #followforfollowback #ShamelessSelfpromoWednesday

Imprints

As I missed last week – Poem 2 for this week – Imprints – I hope you enjoy. #ShamelessSelfpromoThursday #WritingCommunity #Books #Poetry #writing #amwriting #readingcommunity #author #writer #writerscommunity #ThursdayMotivation #poetrylovers #poetrycommunity

Mrs Wainwright

My Poem for this week – Mrs Wainwright – I hope you enjoy, feedback always appreciated. #ShamelessSelfpromoTuesday #WritingCommunity #Books #Poetry #writing #amwriting #readingcommunity #author #writer #writerscommunity #ThursdayMotivation #poetrylovers #poetrycommunity

Senseless

My Poem for this week – Senseless – I hope you enjoy, feedback always appreciated. #ShamelessSelfpromoThursday #WritingCommunity #Books #Blogs #Art #Poetry #YouTube #writing #amwriting #readingcommunity #author #writer #writerscommunity #ThursdayMotivation #poetrylovers SenselessWhat the eye touches first touches the infiniteengenders a thousand…

Armageddon

My latest poem – Armageddon #poetrycommunity #POEMS – ArmageddonThree children playing in the dirt losing their identities bit by bitand every ten seconds a rocket explodesthree people losing their limbs in a sea of limbs staggering from north to south,…

Tick-tocking away

Tick-tocking away There’s always a child with a device clamped to an ear, eyes down tick-tocking their soul, You-Tuber baby Lost in instant thoughts, feelings, aspirations, narrowing horizons, making them feel good, without knowing who they really are.

Pheasants

Poem for this week, trying to get caught back up! This one is very much apt for this time of year - Pheasants My grandson likes to play a game on the morning run to school, we count the number of pheasants seen, it’s three or four as a rule.

Black Sun by Peter Kay

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.