“37 Words“

Underground In the dark There’s a tunnel With a light At the end Closing fast Foe or friend Beast or pet What’s the knowing Be brave Take a step To that beacon Your dreams Now the past

“How Much Wine Will Fix My Broken Heart” by Kristen Bailey

I am delighted to be among the first stops on day one of the Bookouture Books On Tour for the latest release by Kristen Bailey. Bookouture kindly granted me a digital copy of “How Much Wine Will Fix My Broken Heart?”, via Netgalley, in exchange for my honest review. And that is exactly what you…

Task. Force.

They’ve arrived, your troops. Now in neat rank and file, They stand to attention, primed for Their first action in some while. Are you ready to pop From each blister-pack, The task force you require daily To come storming back? Just one every morn and You’ll soon be fighting fit. Able to cope with the…

Once More.

I’m sinking. Once more. Drowning in the abyss. I see the Carefree. With their smiling faces, Their endless effer-fucking-vescent bonhomie. Why should they know joy? When I’m funereal. I want to take them Onto the darkened sea, Where they will sink too.

Did you?

What have you all done this past year While the world was shut up tight? Did you descend into fear and worry Or remain hopeful and bright? Did your world shrink down inside The four walls of your home? Did the fears you’d never see another Leave you bereft and all alone? Did you miss…

Ma and Pa’s Back Garden

In Ma and Pa’s back garden for a Few hours today has been quite brill, Warm rays upon our faces warding Away winter’s lingering chill. Hands clasped round mugs of cawfee, Nibbling individual apple pies, We all sit, together once again, Under pale blue Sunday skies. Outside, not in, Garden, not room, It beats the…

Regent Honeyeater

This morning, while lying in bed and half-listening to the news on the “Today” programme, a short article came on. It concerned the regent honeyeater, an Australian bird that is critically endangered and has lost its ability to sing its own song to attract a mate, hence its decreasing numbers and increasing vulnerability to becoming…

Rubbish Poem #22

The sun dips down Then climbs again as Another day goes by. And we’re left silently waiting Asking “Where?” and “When?” And “Why?” Did you know you’d Be so late this week When embarking on your ride? And we’re left silently pondering “Leave the bins out on the street? Or bring them back inside?”

Rubbish Poem #21

LOST! Reward for Information if you know, The whereabouts of Our bin men adrift Somewhere in the snow. For two whole days We’ve kept vigil Eyes casting north, west, South and east For any sign at all of those brave Hi-Viz and their Beast. If you chance upon them Lost and lonely somewhere, Please forgive…

Rubbish Poem #20

It’s Wednesday now Where are you, boys? You’re running a full day late. And I simply can’t help worrying Though I’m in no way irrate That you’ve not yet Been down our street In your Hi-Viz vests aglow You’re running behind, I think I’ll find, Because of all this snow.

Captain, oh our Captain.

Captain, oh our Captain. We knew you not before Yet twice you answered England’s call In peace and times of war. Proudly you stood To face the foes With each step forward, Heels to toes. Around his garden, a Yorkshireman, On a walking mission to raise a grand, Captured all our hearts, brought Hope sweeping…