November 1, 2019

I live sometimes in a city and by the sea

Where wolds meet sky and clouds are fishing boats,

Luckily there’s nowhere I’d rather be

Than where I am.  A blackbird’s notes

Sound just as good in either place, as pure,

I am transported by the joy, the evening song

Perched on chim...

March 6, 2019

I lit a candle in the ancient church

Set it burning there with a borrowed flame

Amongst ikon saints and high vaulting arch

To flicker for a while in your name.

It was not a prayer more a memory

And a signal for tears unshed ‘til then

And the shadows it made were cast on me,

Y...

January 5, 2019

Written over twenty years ago and appearing in ‘Almost Home’ and ‘Deadly Sensitive’ this poem seems to prefigure some of my recent sonnet-making.  It’s about Spring but it is also about new beginnings so it feels appropriate for the beginning of a new year.

The morning...

June 28, 2018

When I glimpse the sea down across the fields

To my left, [I’d thought it would be my right]

My blood beats faster as landscape yields

Up its hope, scatters the shadows of night.

Apart from meadows and sky I’m alone,

But they breathe as I breathe, promise me,

While chalk gle...

April 6, 2018

We’re ready for our journey through the night,

To take a lighted carriage into dark,

And return at pigeons’ coo, our city lark,

When pavements gleam with dew in early light.

We sit, chatter while we ready for flight, 

Air heavy with kitchen flowers, and the talk

Of shared, p...

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