Category Archives: verse
The false friend
Another silkie (well, one glimpsed a couple of weeks ago) and another villanelle. Silkies don’t usually fare well upon the land and this one is, I’m afraid, no exception. The false friend I took his skin and put it on, … Continue reading
Lovers’ vows
It’s a couple of days too late for this to be a Valentine. Beneath the tree (Lovers’ vows) An apple tree beside the sea, It grows for you and grows for me, And, in the shade, beneath the tree, A … Continue reading
Twitter – and other – poems
It’s been a long time, for which I offer neither explanation nor apology. Here are a few recent poems. The shorter ones have featured on twitter. I’m there more often than I’m here, but still not often. I took his … Continue reading
Pantoum: All the time there is
The prompt for this was a composite photo of many different clock faces. I can’t find the picture now (note to self: save things!) but you all know what a clock looks like! All the time there is All the … Continue reading
Love in folk songs
I’ve been listening to Nic Jones (great man; his set at Towersey a few years ago is one of the highlights of my musical experience) and, well, after an evening in the company of Annachie Gordon and a Bonny Light … Continue reading
Twitter poems
A few poems, written whilst I was away over New Year. Most were posted first on Twitter (micropoetry is, for me, the best thing about Twitter) and thus written quickly, reflecting the medium. Curlews Curlews take flight Beyond the stone … Continue reading
Writer, eclipsed.
I started this villanelle ages back – so long back I can’t quite recall when, except that it was the last time there was a partial lunar eclipse visible in this part of the world. That’s pretty clear from the … Continue reading
Cats/Poems
I’ve not been able to write much this month. I won’t bore you with explanations; suffice it to say I’m a bit down and at such times things spiral. Anyway, here’s a poem about trying to write poems. Poems and … Continue reading
Flat periwinkles (a pantoum)
Whenever I’m over in the west – as I am now – I walk the beach nearby the village and pick up shells. I am incapable of walking on any beach, anywhere, and not picking up shells. Being the west coast, the … Continue reading
A(nother) triolet
From the beginning To the end Blind fate sits spinning. From the beginning, Silently grinning, Foe and friend, From the beginning To the end.
Folksong and Fantasy 