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in the glow of celebration

By ribbons from branches Where are we today, you and I? Each, together? Further, closer, the same as yesterday? Suspended from our meeting- point of a hundred points, each weighing down the end of a branch. The celebration season done we will be rustled back into the box where our meeting-points of a thousand tonesContinue reading “in the glow of celebration”

A short poem from the wood

They are tall and have green eye-lids. See how they blink at the sun. trees — Being amongst trees makes my soul so happy. There are a number of woods where I live in London and I consider it my commute to work to walk through them when I have time set aside for writing.Continue reading “A short poem from the wood”

A New Room

Yonder far o’er vale and glen whereto grooms return and bread is leaven. This is another country. Today, outside, is a new room in which five builders, tiered upon scaffolding, cannot hear All Blues. This is no time for saxophone wails. Stand at the window and look out on the fresh planks. The backdrop: baredContinue reading “A New Room”

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”