This is the 30th Post: Pavement Walker

  PAVEMENT WALKER –   Do not stop for snowdrops, they are a waste of time. Consult insufficient distraction. Bury in text. Hurry in a grey coat. See not the fallen gate- post, a thread of quiet small- leafed ivy.     16/02/2012 19:20 — First thoughts for this poem were drafted on a littleContinue reading “This is the 30th Post: Pavement Walker”

For the occasion of World Poetry Day, 2013

I was born of poetry on the underside where grey makes writing easier the printed side: too glossy. — I once read that those who buy poetry tend to be middle class, university educated women “of a certain age” (by this, the article implied over 50). Yet whenever I’ve been in Foyle’s on Charing CrossContinue reading “For the occasion of World Poetry Day, 2013”

A fun romance

it will be, until we have scheduled Friday sex and you neglect to text me; I start imagining my wedding dress and stare at baby buggies through shop windows; Your mother makes lamb moussaka and I am vegetarian. Then it will be life.   2012 — Another poem earmarked for “Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys,” Continue reading “A fun romance”

In an English spring-time

to me there be daffodils, bluebells, crocuses, forget-me-not in this English spring-time rain cold from bluer sunlit skies showers occasional drop heavy hail bringing back snow, cold sunlight white yet in blue will bloom green to summer 2004, Cambridge — This poem features in my recently published (first) volume of poetry.  I write in myContinue reading “In an English spring-time”

At noon

Quiet or quick off the mark, it’s your draw now, cowboy! At the trough a whinnow mane shakes desert dust. A shutter creaks and midday wanes. Brass badges rust out here. — This is a poem I wrote in mid-2012. It will be one of about a dozen poems in a set I’m compiling entitled “Emily’s PoemsContinue reading “At noon”

Dante’s Barmaids

  Of nymphs, I write for money; On canvas, there they dance. “Champagne,” they laugh, in corsets corked with bubbles popping out.   — This poem was inspired by a detail from “Inferno,” a painting by contemporary Swedish artist Per-Inge Isheden. “Inferno” is a portrait of the nineteenth-century Swedish playwright, literary luminary and painter August Strindberg (1849 –Continue reading “Dante’s Barmaids”

If Turtles Listened to Jazz

If you were a turtle lady and you loved a turtle man It would not be odd in turtle-land if you had known the waves four hundred years and he another sixty-one; or he knew the beach for twenty, you the sand for forty-six; you each lost your turtle-hatchlings in the week you turned andContinue reading “If Turtles Listened to Jazz”

20 Poems That’ll Shine for You

My first volume of poetry is now available for purchase via http://www.blurb.co.uk/b/4110533-shining-in-brightness Enjoy the preview pages, then please share this exciting news on Facebook and Twitter. Here’s the book’s ‘blurb’: “Shining in Brightness” presents twenty poems about loss, love and growing up in quiet suburbia. These poems chronicle a young woman’s journey from 18 to early adulthood.Continue reading “20 Poems That’ll Shine for You”

A Handmade Heart

Handmade Heart   I never got a heart kitsched out of plump red silk or fluffy between grinning paws   My heart was curved out of wire. Two little hands threaded rows of beads terracotta to brown sienna sky verde vermillion   in bedside light my wire-heart hangs glinting only for me.   2002 —Continue reading “A Handmade Heart”

The hummingbird stands for love

In old Dutch paintings a green-winged hummingbird might stand for love when it’s on the inside of a pane of glass. Hovering outside, it signifies the woman within has been betrayed. How would you know this were it not for the scholars and books? You would have to be Dutch from 1656. — In my notebook,Continue reading “The hummingbird stands for love”