Shadowland
Degas knew the feel of light on delicate moving bones, anatomising figures pulling on a glove, trying a summer hat with tongue-tip...
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Welcome
Please enjoy the poetry I have written throughout my life. Just click on a theme or browse the full collection below.
On Edvard Munch
Nature's Cry The old on empty roads head for the vanishing point; the young between façades feel nature’s vertigo. I paint the pain...
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Summertime
A time to look back on A time to look forward A song to sing sweetly Whose words make us mourn When a shadow lies heavy When in winter...
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Times of Day
Dawn knocking woke up Troilus, Time bundled up his Cressida, the leaving was not easy, yet to Time he had to leave her. No twin trumpets...
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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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Tom Paine, Dec 31st 1785
A taper illumines the head of the man bowed over the table, scribbling and smiling as ever, claiming that smoke descended, through his...
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Vaulting Ambition
From a holy place on the northern coast of an isle in the centre of a wine dark sea we unearthed a figurine vaulting over a bronze Minoan...
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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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Light Falling on King Lear
The lights cut out as dusk fell on rehearsal in the handsome room in the northern capital city. The king paused in his rant and we waited...
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In Camera
for Jean-Paul Sartre Exits are entrances - so actors tell - To a space which they create To make the watchers feel The unseen is just as...
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Vincent (2)
I wipe the flies, dust, sand from paintings crossing the heath, The canvas changes, changes with the day progressing, as do my figures...
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Dennis Potter’s Last Performance
Stand by! The countdown has begun. The cameras roll: I hold the floor, Balance my cocktail, block the pain, At my best time, for the last...
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Tall Story
When I was three Perhaps just two My father took me To London Zoo. At a tall fence near The entrance gate We paused to wait Behind a...
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St Peter’s Gate
I had a dream the other night I was climbing Jacob’s ladder. St Peter stood at Paradise Gate Pondering what proof I had That I was fit to...
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On L S Lowry
The Old Liar’s Paintings I’ve given up, he said To a friend of a friend But canvases lay stacked Beneath the table, Scattered on the...
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For Claire
It seems so brief a time On a January day You came into the world And bawled in no uncertain way You were here to stay. Now a well-known...
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