This rhyming poem was written in response to a poetry prompt ‘In a field’. Google leads to some strange and, occasionally, scarey places when researching for inspitation! North is north and south is south In the cradle of Earth’s…
In this post-gender world Some say there are sixty-three types. Others scoff and proclaim just two Holding tight to zebra-style binary stripes. They mourn for a life that was simple But the labels keep breeding, vicious as darts So…
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…
I’m pleased to share the news that my poem ‘Lost in Words’ was published in May in the first of a new series of anthologies called Poetry and Visuals. Published by Sputnik, it features 19 artists and creative writers who…
A few months ago I went to a training day on communications. One of the things that the trainer encouraged us to explore was our personal story – who we are, and what we bring to the world because of…
I often find myself fascinated with the stories of every day things. This poem is part of a growing series of pieces on that theme. Why do we choose the clothes we wear? What do hope they say about us?…
I grew up on the coast of East Anglia. My childhood and teenage years are filled with memories of the beach – long summer evenings, solitary walks, the sting of the sand in the winter wind. Now I live in…
On a recent visit to Dallas I was thrilled to see a pelican arrive for breakfast on a nearby lake. I was inspired to write these two haikus – a typical haiku being a three-line observation about a fleeting moment…
I wrote the first draft of this poem in response to a prompt at a writing group. Since then I have played around the form and the words over a number of months. I’m not convinced this is the final…