Category My Poems
Harrogate Spring Flower Show 25 – 28 APRIL 2024

Sundays down The Moss

Mothering

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’

Slicks

Dear Deidre

How to write a poem of love

Imprints

Mrs Wainwright

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

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.
Cauldron: Double Trouble – A Poem for Halloween by Peter Kay

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.
Glorious afternoon at Saltaire Festival

This Saturday #SaltaireFestival #PoetryTree

#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!
Lost for words

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.
