New collection completed with illustrated poems (and a short story) from latter part of 2020.
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England versus Italia
Dedicated to Paolo Rossi who died this week As Geoff Hurst plays a blinder against GermanyThe home fans rub their eyes in disbelief.Italians take their hats off to Paolo RossiAs scoring a hat-trick, he brings Brazil a bit of quarter-final grief. In a World Cup of national stereotypesOnly lager louts and greaseballs qualify;Gazza gets into …
extract from ‘Conix – a story for grown up children’
Tall TalesWhen Amy Winehouse died, Conix was distraught with grief. ‘I was with her a few days ago, and she seemed fine.’ This was typical of him. Making out he’d been anywhere of importance when news broke. When questioned about how he could have possibly been with her, he looked up from his tears in …
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Cormorants
Greeting cormorants as I kayak pastI make seagull noises not knowing theirs.They look at me with distainwary of this weird paddling thing that stares. They nest on the rock faceunder a white moon and a pink sky.Fish fleet-jump up in a sea-skimming racethat they do in seconds as they fly. The sea as heavy as …
Not for Nothing
I’m unpacking the bags from under my eyesAnd had a good night’s sleep, thank you.I hardly ever used to remember my dreamsBut, now and again, now I do. I’ve not always had my best interests at heart.I often wonder whether I ever knew.Not learnt lessons by saying sorry quite a few timesEven though I was …
Day of disappointments
The birds are back in the squareand my flat cat would love to attack for a dareas they swoop from the skies to the tree.But he’d find it nigh on impossible to be fairto make any kind of capture or kill in his laireven if out on the streets. No chance of doing his devilry. …
Messy Divorce
Blood and guts over a solicitor’s quill.Skeletons in the cupboard in for the kill.Eyes in dark mirrors.Theirs staring socketed together at each other.
Zippy Chorgle’s End
All olly-topped, the zippy freebedWith ogles in its chackAnd then it tuttered by the worgAnd orped beneath the clap. Now, unbescotting to our ploffA camanoogle hocks.It’s piffing round the floofy jicksAnd blonking round the sox. And oh alas! It poops the zipAnd timpers like a mooshAs meanwhile unbejugging pocksThe zip beneath the woosh. The camanoogle …
From Liqueur to Lace
Had worn her heart on a sleeve.Had hid it when she’d had to grieve.She’d cried for much less sincefor every unworthy prince. A moat of tears had flooded her moat.Her draw-bridge had buckled under the messages she’d wrote.One winter morn, the snow had settled, and laywhere she would a following summer’s day. America loomed large, …
Evacuation
The parents hug their childrenWhile their children cry As on the ship out of port‘Wish me luck as you wave me goodbye.’ Grow up to be a good girlAnd look after the little man.And as she says those wordsShe lets go her little hand. At the thought of that, she thinks her thoughts.Years later, she …
