Gazing, as we do

At the beginning of this month I wrote of the bumper crop of archive poems for November. Here are the last few from the files of 2012 and 2013: A Bequest of Wonder, a poem inspired by a painted banner of Chinese silk, a Chinese artist’s portrait and two detailed Shunga prints. I do. Do you?, in which all the anticsContinue reading “Gazing, as we do”

Christmas glee

Christmas is less than a month away. There’s still time to order a book of BeadedQuill’s poetry for someone special. Even non-poetry readers love the short and pithy ‘sushi‘ verses. There is a choice of three titles: The most recent publication, In the Ocean: a year of poetry offers a bumper 104 poems. Over 52Continue reading “Christmas glee”

UXO

November punched its winds at us. Blind, we raked remembrance and glory. Blind grot from combat now in books is still our iron harvest. — Two sources were the inspiration for this poem. A friend’s Facebook status about the discovery of an unexploded shell in his local Swedish neighbourhood prompted me to look up aContinue reading “UXO”

Wild horses fling their thoughts

I’ve clearly stepped into my own Back to the Future DeLorean. A post scheduled November 12th was made live today. Consequently the post found its way into the back list. I can only plead autumnal illness and an addled brain. Please read about “Wild Horses Don’t Break.” Writers with chest infections sometimes do. P.S. Number III is myContinue reading “Wild horses fling their thoughts”

War through a painter’s eye

Sometimes I write material other than poetry. Here is an extract from a recent article I wrote about a young man who served during World War I. He had worked as a graphic designer and was fond of reciting poetry. “Even his father was surprised when Julian Gould enlisted in 1915. Gould had gone toContinue reading “War through a painter’s eye”

Restore order, with its low rumble

Today I present two poems from the archive – Now here is something to marvel at… (posted in 2012) and Is it worth it? (posted in 2013) Both poems tackle the theme of worldly aspirations and success. In “Now here…” the concerns of juggling a shoestring budget are interrupted by observations of life’s ordinary marvelsContinue reading “Restore order, with its low rumble”

Interval notes: All the beautiful people, darling

All the beautiful people, darling, are at the opera house tonight. They’re wearing their tasteful sparkles, darling. At interval their drinks order’s laid out. Atop the bar, an isle in the crowd, a row of champagne bottles direct their corks: To a man with an eye-patch who conducts with a dress ring of diamanté. AtContinue reading “Interval notes: All the beautiful people, darling”

scrumpled dashes dots and lines

  A number of poems have come to me during London commutes. “Every morning because it’s wonderful to watch” originated on the platform at East Finchley station. When I find myself waiting for a train to arrive, I still sometimes think about the poem between the tracks. Other tube poems include Trapped items Tube SketchContinue reading “scrumpled dashes dots and lines”

Wild horses fling their thoughts

I love this poem – “Wild Horses Don’t Break” – so very much. To date it is one of the poems I’d be happy to have on my gravestone. Not that I like the idea of being buried in a cramped plot. Fling my ashes to the dunes and the sea! The wild horses ofContinue reading “Wild horses fling their thoughts”

It grows ever darker: autumn evenings

During the first months of posting on my blog in 2012, I opened this short piece with a reminiscence about the red creepers that draped my undergraduate university during autumn. I went on to comment on the dark evenings that enclose this season in the Northern hemisphere — I tweet much more when I’m inContinue reading “It grows ever darker: autumn evenings”