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 –”

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”

Huckleberry Thing

Warning! Deep Water Green weed coats the pond. Catkins tiptoe past the curtain leaves here in the conservation area near the tennis courts. “Should you see anything particularly exciting please tell us about it.,“ requests the London Borough of Camden, Nature Conservation Section. “Well, I didn’t notice much except,” he turns, “You, delightful  thing.” (heContinue reading “Huckleberry Thing”

TUMBLING AFTER

Over here on the hill I try to drop the pail. In the valley you scythe the bending wheat.   When the grain is ground to flour, you will carry it in a sack to my kitchen. There on the table kneaded under the heel of my hand   I’ll remember the autumn, Jack whenContinue reading “TUMBLING AFTER”

PROFESSIONS

There are all these Tonys of the world: Italian, Greek, Portuguese, Lebanese, Eastern European, who own sewing-machine shops, grocery stores, corner cafés and sometimes sell insurance. Anthony, Antonin, Antonio and the more Teutonic, Anton. But Anton was the opera singer after he’d worked for a while on the railway. — Another poem for possible inclusionContinue reading “PROFESSIONS”

I told her

I told her       Because modern boys ought to know the advice given   Hold out until Tuesday. You know you can. No public communication whatsoever. If necessary write it out. But do not send. (Especially, do not press send.) Sit on your hands, girl because you are waiting for move 5 in love chess.Continue reading “I told her”

Winterreise

  We ate at Träumerei. Maybe I ordered a quiche And he had melted cheese. Forget this not, my heart: We lunched at Träumerei. There shining in brightness on the table –  a glass of water, four peppermints and the bill. 2012 — It is from this poem that my first volume derives its title.Continue reading “Winterreise”