Be in the moment. Even on the grey rainy days Because a knock may come on the door of your life An opportunity. A moment of change. Sometimes loud. Sometimes as quiet as the beat of your heart. Live a…
The people at number two Have painted their front door bright blue It’s causing quite a to do Especially with Great Uncle Hugh He says it’s linked to voodoo And such changes are a taboo “That colour will give us…
Childhood days spent in a daze in the land of the faraway tree. Turning the pages on future adventures where unread words were golden treasures. Adult days spent in a haze in the land of factual news. Scrolling through pages…
There it is again. The demand that I think outside the box. Like that idea hadn’t occurred to me independently. Instead I needed you to point to the box and shout look there it is. Do you really think my…
I wrote this sonnet in response to a writing challenge, and drew inspiration from a favourite song by Seal: Kiss from a rose. Does it resonate with you in any way? My love, I dream in coloured metaphors Standing so…
Pleased to announce that the paperback version of this anthology of poems is now available on Amazon. Buy now on Amazon UK. Buy now on Amazon US. It is also available on Kindle and also Kindle Unlimited. Do please buy,…
Written in response to a prompt, I couldn’t decide where this fits – not really a story, definitely not a poem. I think it is probably Prose poetry. What do you think? When the orchids sing They fill my kitchen…
I finally took the plunge and gathered together a number of my poems into an anthology called Seats in the Rain. This collection focuses on identity, community and how we interact with the world around us. I hope some will…
When challenged to write a poem on the colour red I recalled a letter box I’d seen embedded in the wall of an old post house in Scotland. I’ve taken liberties with the location to create a rhyme. Hopefully I…
I am often inspired by everyday things. This poem speaks of the everyday of my childhood, andthe power of fragrance to carry us back in time. My Father’s workshop Blade slices plank Metal cuts wood Violent yet creative A soft…