Lettered objects finely wrought

I did not set out to write poetry. I intended to write Novels. And anyway, I am of the view that much superbly written and evocative poetry already exists. The Shadows of Giants loom large. At the moment I have no illusion about even coming close to their kneecaps, never mind shoulders.¬†This time last yearContinue reading “Lettered objects finely wrought”

Nice words of the moment (from autumn)

adroit, adept, conker, weary boeuf and stew. The nights are closing in; the mushrooms sprouting on their monopeds. The pipes are closing in with nights re-wakening with heating. — Here above, some words combined at the end of September last year as autumn brought in a change of light, of taste preferences, of colours andContinue reading “Nice words of the moment (from autumn)”