Culloden Moor
Clearances? Don’t like the term, a Highland chief protests in chiselled English voice. The English did not clear Scots out. They went...
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Please enjoy the poetry I have written throughout my life. Just click on a theme or browse the full collection below.
Border Country
I drive into the wind in border country and quickly traverse names upon the map I'd thought large towns, but find dwindled to mere...
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Two Figures
Two figures stood waving goodbye, The man, my father, one foot in the gutter, Watery blue eyes more apt to fix on nothing But fixing now...
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The Day after Easter
Villagers unsmiling, conferred in the yew tree square nursing brown arms, smoking as we entered the church porch beneath the sombre...
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Montparnasse in August
A door bangs and a telephone rings, Someone laughs and someone sings And somewhere a jazz trumpet plays. The outside enters in other...
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Walking North
Above the ramparts of Iford Hill, The sun dipped low in a green sky, Rodmell Church lay between trees, And up the valley a cold wind...
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Museum Piece
Does the empty hand of Zeus and flexing arm prepare a thunderbolt perhaps for those who cross his empty stare? Leica on paunch, a man...
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Gnats and Statues
Strangers at a busy hour Glance casually at this garden Where stones have not worn well Since some minor Phidias carved them. Sparrows...
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Paris in the Sixties
I skidded on my Lambretta Near the Champs Elysées Speeding past Citroens, Peugeots, Renaults, you on board, Do you remember emerging From...
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Silence in the Old Cricket Field
For Francis Thompson Here on the green square’s edge At a point of silence listen, a quarrel of sparrows in the covert, a distant mower,...
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Iconophobia
Thou shalt not make unto thyself any graven image ... Ten Commandments in the chapel, in the apse or on the crossing, are whitewashed or...
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The Empty Bench
With Tess when she was small Down into grassy ditches The soft path tipped us, And hid for a moment the view Of the crown of the hill,...
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Cambes Sur Plaine
Below the old church tower Where masons, time and weather Repair the scars of war, Centuries of flaking slabs Huddle, lean and whisper....
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La Fête des Filets Bleus
Concarneau - August A young woman, a man much older, Both dressed for everyday, He holds her round the shoulder, She him around the waist...
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Otranto Cathedral
E vietato in Otranto calpestare l’erba but over the cathedral floor, from the great west door, feet trample the Serpent, limbs of the...
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Tea at Grantchester
Sitting beneath the orchard trees, the meadow newly mown, consuming tea and scones, on plastic chairs and tables, what does this place...
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