A poem about scales

The flame is a scale held to the light. It flickers in petition. It bids us to reignite some salacity already gutted from our life. red herring — Yes, that last line is akin to a title. I remembered that Debussy does likewise in his Préludes. At the moment I am swimming with the red herrings.Continue reading “A poem about scales”

It should not be polished

Simply say I am here at this place doing this thing, though I am writing to you. Look – something I have observed. You could add I miss you much or I wish you were here, because – note something we could share. Maybe you could sign off Best, Fondest regards, or All my loveContinue reading “It should not be polished”

Pavement Writer

On scribbling a postcard to… next to the postbox in the wall of the sorting depot The last collection’s at 5.30pm though emptying happens throughout the day for your convenience. — Another possible addition to “Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys,” my forthcoming bundle of poems. This project follows the recent publication of my first volume,Continue reading “Pavement Writer”

I don’t work for you (or Modern Frustrations)

I called in once: Please confirm. I called again: No email yet. I came in-store to sign your forms You took the card and swiped it then. I called in once: Please confirm, the booking’s through. Yes, yes, of course. Someone will be in touch. I wait a day, No news, no word. This isContinue reading “I don’t work for you (or Modern Frustrations)”

From a cutting grew the plant –

A year ago I shared my first post. This is #53. From about this time last year, I knuckled down to the collation, editing and typesetting of my first volume of poetry. It is now available for preview and purchase via blurb.co.za Since June last year, my work has been published in the poetry journalsContinue reading “From a cutting grew the plant –”

Solutrean Hypothesis

For a season, transient over the ice-pack, her bundle regarded hope while his averred fealty. Both solicited the dragon’s gate yet overlooked the soft pearl which sustains the breath and pulse of para-reality. — The Solutrean hypothesis proposes that the first people to settle in the North Americas travelled from the landmass now known as Europe. ItContinue reading “Solutrean Hypothesis”

String

For one day my heart was a rogue balloon which found refuge in that tree across the meadow-hill where squirrels handle acorns and the wood pigeons built their nest. — If you enjoyed the above poem, have a glance at my recently published first volume Shining in Brightness, which is available via blurb.co.uk. You can also follow meContinue reading “String”

On the way to Westminster

A blast! A work of genius! Was the killer whale that hit sharp at Leicester Square. It swam in from Morden via Bank trawling on the High Street with all the hours in the world provide daffodils at 80p/bunch and such sensational warming relief. 6/6/2013 — A poem for you on this sunny Thursday morning.Continue reading “On the way to Westminster”

Night-Star of Sirius, Eastern Cape

With light that is brown between the toes and shines on the river banks, it twinkles in the sunlight. Star of Sirius, lapping Star of Sirius, life star, watery star carrying children over your tide swaying rushes embracing fish holding frogs Star of Sirius. Night-star of Sirius twinkling in the sunlight, carrying promise. Grahamstown, 2008Continue reading “Night-Star of Sirius, Eastern Cape”