In the Shakespeare Head
The world enters in flashes, Like the sun through wickerwork, As they sit at the table, Arboured together. A pump handle tips, A mirror...
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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.
Dusty Objects
A key, a telescope, a drum, A watch, a plate, a teacup or a knife, Objects have lives if we look closely, They are yours and not yours,...
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Where Constable’s Easel Stood
Quam tenui a filo pendet Today is Sunday and here day trippers accumulate where Constable stood and Willy Lott lived eighty years to...
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Feed My Sheep
Warsaw 1981 Friends, the curfew lifted, Celebrate a truce In churches candlelit This Christmas Eve. Hands grip the backs of pews, A...
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Die Mauer muss Weg
Something there is that does not like a wall (Robert Frost) The writings on the wall at Checkpoint Charlie, now East Berliners stroll...
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Idol Chatter
For William Golding Hunched behind a lectern This man in yellow shirt And bright blue tie Derides processional ants Who carry through the...
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Kierkegaard
When the rupture came, Soren Kierkegaard found loss not absolute. Connection persevered. Regina was given back To that corkscrew mind, In...
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Troilus and Cressida
The safety curtain creaks aloft A gradual hush descends The audience settles to enjoy The wars and loves of Troy, Interpreted by...
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Cardenio
Imagine Fletcher, chatting with Shakespeare, ageing at fifty, saying: What about this Spanish bloke, Cervantes? Quixote’s made a stir at...
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Munch’s Eye
Twixt what is there and what we see resides, he felt, reality. Corneal scars upon his sight scatter bright dendritic light, a retinue of...
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Le Five o’clock à toute heure
Regard this tea pot with great caution It hides its history calmly steaming With its teacup and its milk jug Tea endorsed by Dr Johnson...
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Idle Verses at 6 a.m.
I had a dream this night That I was at a conference Of eminent men who could Pontificate on any learned topic. I had been quite...
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On the Falklands War
Argy Bargy Dear Sir, Why not let the Argentines have one Falkland Isle and we the other? (Billy Hill aged 6) Frigates knife the swell, a...
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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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