What we have, this burning of spirits and need for each other, this wonderous thing is not love. Love the insipid, love the overly kind and love the blinder. We are not bound by each other. No what this is is something more than that and never – less – but it is not all […]
The bridge was fragmented arches Three of them, crossing the river With grey stone feet Growing slimy from the water The spill and stuck around them Remnants of a tower still rose On one side, but not it’s twin Nothing but decay Little windows stared blank eyed At clouds shattered by row boats Wakes People […]
The street loomed in the silver light Or rather it lurched as it luminesced Moon beams reflected a muted rainbow Just at the edge of perception A reflexion of it’s own subtle glory Hung distorted in the river’s ripples A lonely figure wrapped in trench coat With broken seams jerked like a lost puppet Caught […]
Just a quick note to say that you can now get The Little Book of Spoogy Poetry as a gift set with personalised bag I have made and illustrate for each order. There are also keyrings and stickers and things in there. The book itself has ten poems, space for kids to write their own […]
Remembering Us Written for National Poetry Day 2014 Remember the tide lapping at the shore How we walked on shingled beach War bomber fractured in the mudded flats Metal bones peeking at low tide Recall the estuary filled with birds calling You showed me the eddible weeds That grew there Warm salt, bitter Remember the […]
I am here, I AM here, can you not hear? Few do, explorers come and go, not realising that when they rest on the ice bed – they rest above my bones. I am old now but my face is locked in youth, pale skin, translucent, tinged with the cold that surrounds me. I am […]
Friend Jupiter (first published on Turquoise Monster) Jupiter Sitting there Protector Shielding us from rocky storms Or Sinister betrayer Sling-shoting armageddon Towards us A Projectile wraith For your rocky brethren Nestled near the sun What will the maths show Which way will the simulation swing Gaseous Giants – Benevolent gods Or Destroyers of Worlds Wrapped […]
Charcole (First published on Turquoise Monster) We collect sticks We are refugees We walk miles to make charchole We are employed to carry heavy sacks We are hungry and care not what’s legal We need fuel ourselves We are hoping to feed our children We are stopped We fear We are pushed to the ground […]
Plasticine [Published on Turquoise Monster and The Oxford International Women’s Festival Anthology] In the beginning I was a new pack of plasticine All rainbow colours in neat rows But People took pieces of me And began molding me as they thought I should be My Parents Teachers, doctors Neighbours, the Church, friends, Bullies and boyfriends […]
Pink Flapping Monster (First published on Turquoise Monster) Upon a Welsh Mountain Side Above a disused slate quarry Below a turgid sky In a fine hazy drizzle A monstrous pink flapping monster Perched on the edge About to take flight Fear sticks in the throat Fear jellifies the knees Fear pancake flips the stomach Fear […]