20th November 2019: A moment

Walking distracted towards my destination. A to B. When, stopping me in my tracks, I hear the bellowing bells in the brick orange tower clang raucously together: ding. ding. ding. The transcendent, abiding sound of metal against metal, that has signalled many a moment. Contrary in variety. I look up at the origin of theContinue reading “20th November 2019: A moment”

The Moon #2

The Moon #2 We can only see What the light shows us.   A slither you now are To our eyes; A small piece of the puzzle, A slice of the cake. Not the full picture Nor the whole sponge.   A slither of light arched Into a darkening void Back bent, fading From ourContinue reading “The Moon #2”

POETRY COLLECTION: The Window #2

In these times of rapid change, uncertainty and unprecedented crises people have united and divided. Today, in England, shops will begin reopening again and with them a moment in time comes to a close. With this in mind, I have been releasing a poem a day, each one my responses to the times as theyContinue reading “POETRY COLLECTION: The Window #2”

POETRY COLLECTION: Protest #2

In these times of rapid change, uncertainty and unprecedented crises people have united and divided. Tomorrow (15th) in England shops will begin reopening again and with them a moment in time comes to a close. With this in mind, I am releasing a poem a day, each one my responses to the times as theyContinue reading “POETRY COLLECTION: Protest #2”

POETRY COLLECTION: Normality

Normality Its all too much And yet There is nothing. Life And its freedoms Struck still. And I do not know when the play button will be pressed again. When will normal resume? Or will it forever be buried, put away in a tomb? And new ‘normals’ be born at the break of dawn whenContinue reading “POETRY COLLECTION: Normality”

POETRY COLLECTION: Protest #1

Protest #1 What matters to you? and Most importantly, Why? Can you back up what you believe? Can you look in yourself and see them- A reflection of your beliefs in your vast ocean Crashing against the shore or Lapping against the sand

POETRY COLLECTION: The Window #1

The Window #1 I look  Outside my window And there Is no change   I look At the images blaring On the screen In the corner   It tells me of panic. Of a crisis. Of death lurking In the corner   But outside My window The sun smiles down And there are twittering gatheringsContinue reading “POETRY COLLECTION: The Window #1”