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Something for you –

“Another drop in this week before Christmas” is a companion piece to “Without realising it the postman leaves a poem.” — Twitter: @BeadedQuill Facebook: BeadedQuill Books: In the Ocean: a year of poetry Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys Shining in Brightness: Selected Poems, 1999 – 2012

The postman leaves a poem

Today’s piece from the archive is “Without realising it, the postman left a poem.” It was a great delight last year when I composed this poem from the postman’s pre-Christmas visits. This year eight cards have made their way through the door, but I am still waiting for a verse. — Twitter: @BeadedQuill Facebook: BeadedQuillContinue reading “The postman leaves a poem”

Vellum dance

Calligraphed with ancient ink, the straitened letters claim release; fling themselves like Butoh men Bashed skin to skin, they slap at you: Make us, Shape us into that which we are   a scriptured dervish   of our Calligrapher. — I started writing a convoluted explanation of the metaphors woven into this verse, the themesContinue reading “Vellum dance”

Postmarked from a Café

This greeting comes cold from the residue of morning, 3rd October. Last draff of coffee in the cup on a saucer that would rather be the stippled salver that serves red to passersby and those who scan the street for things to watch and then behold anthuriums for sale at the florist. “Paris” 2014 —Continue reading “Postmarked from a Café”

Simply say, I am here at this place

I am very fond of this little poem from the archive. It outlines advice for letter writing, an activity that I so enjoy and of which I reckon I am one of the last remaining proponents. Many recipients of my correspondence have graciously sent back their pen-and-paper replies. In some instances, they have noted theContinue reading “Simply say, I am here at this place”

Next to the postbox

I must be one of the last humans who still writes letters and postcards. From the archive, a poem about completing a letter while standing on the pavement next to a local postbox. This poem is included in my book, Emily’s Poems for Modern Boys.

Without realising it, the postman leaves a poem

Something for you –   heads the blue card   This something is it a poem? a sonnet, a verse, an enveloped ode?   Your item is   a parcel. It could not be delivered. No-one was at home on this date 14. Dec at this time 1pm   for the verse? No the itemContinue reading “Without realising it, the postman leaves a poem”

An address from a lectern

Here ‘fore me, plinth of polish For the tree to rest on wood In flat sheets with fastened thoughts Set forth as marching words.   Heralded tonight and often They are by crest announced. We cluster! And applaud. It is a shared experience.   Now, to – I must address:   From nothing written fromContinue reading “An address from a lectern”

Genuine

When it is from deep inside and through my eyes, that crinkled nose – my truest smile. — For some time I was a regular attendee of a writing group. I often presented very short poems (some of which were to feature in ‘Shining in Brightness‘, my first volume and others which are earmarked forContinue reading “Genuine”