Poems

Here are some of my poems published in online magazines:

Nanny Wore Silk Pyjamas
Death of a Mulberry Tree
Consider the lilies
(Impspired, October 2020)  

Knitting
Quatorze Juillet
The Race
(Lunch, vol 3, October 2020)  

How to bathe an elephant
Uniform for a Unicorn
(Apex Poetry, September 2020) 

Welcombe Mouth and other poems
(Poetry Kit New Poets, September 2020)

The Badger (Impspired May 2020)

I drive along the lane, not far from town,
to my house, where my lover will come,
one day, when he is ready.
The lane, unfamiliar…….

Restless Nights (Impspired May 2020)

In the still darkness
when the church clock strikes three
when all the world sleeps
I dwell on the past, on sins of omission or worse……

On growing old (Impspired May 2020)

The years stretched before me
opportunities time-unbounded
hounded only by ambition.
Those first years watching children grow……

The forgotten photograph (Snakeskin Poetry 2020)

I take a picture from its wooden frame
and underneath it lies another
grey, faded, scratched and torn
a young girl posing with her mother……

Equinox Epidemic (Poetry in the Plague Year 2020)

The equinox is near
a feeling of relief
to have got through the winter:
through the twilit late afternoons…..

Lockdown 2020 (Poetry in the Plague Year 2020)

Twice a month I used to take the train in late afternoon
change at Reading for Clapham Junction,
walk from no-man’s-land
up the hill towards the Common……

Cynara Scalymus (Atrium 2018)

Incongruous in a herbaceous border
an artichoke stands proudly.
The cruel thistle leaves pale green
against the dark, damp, Devon soil...more

The Book of Death (Ink Sweat and Tears 2018)

Each night I craft
the perfect poem
a device for sleep…more

The Virgin and the Crescent Moon ( The Ekphrastic Review 2018)
 
She sits within a starburst
on a crescent moon
the Child in her arms
her gaze intent, eyes lowered …more

Black (Amaryllis 2018)

is the colour of my psyche
of the all-year-round dark mornings
of tears…. more

Poems included in The Poetry Atlas:

Westbury Court

He was newly married.
A merchant told him of gardens in Holland,
canals frozen in winter,
tulips exotic in spring.
Maynard Colchester thought to please his young wife
by designing a garden… more

Myanmar Poems from The Poetry Atlas (2019)

Inle Lake -I

Voyeurs from distant places
taken by long – tailed boat
to luxury hotels
with lakeside views of sunset,
of exotic birds, water buffalo…more

Inle Lake – II

Houses built on stilts in the water
some corrugated iron,
others bamboo and palm leaves
precariously leaning...more

Pagodas of Bagan

Green countryside crisscrossed by dirt tracks
pagodas everywhere
an expression of the search for Nirvana.
Most are brick, massive, imposing
some smaller ones, solid stupas…..more

The Ayeyarwady

On the green top of a sand cliff
they farm the land
workers gather crops by hand
take them on gondola-like canoes…. more

The circle line

Yangon Station, monument
to the colonial past,
plants grow from the roof
covered with a pall of dirt
electric wires across the ceilings….more

The fishing village

The glamour of the name: Bay of Bengal
a luxurious cottage
sand raked every morning
sun loungers in rows under palm leaf shades…..more

The railway bazaar

The crowded market spills onto the railway line
women sit cross-legged
their tiny children with them…. more

The white elephant

Lord Buddha had a wobbly tooth
King Anawrahta found it;
he would build a great pagoda.
He went to his astrologers
to ask them where; ….more

Poems in anthologies and print magazines

Heritage: New Writing VIII. Horseplay Press. 2019

Penarth

Low tide, two dog-walkers on the beach
islands and a lighthouse in the distance.
A modern block of red-brick seafront flats
built above a carpark, balconies gaze blankly out to sea,
and an Edwardian pier
newly painted, tastefully, pale blue.
At the seaward end a solitary fisherman,
substantial bollards for steam pleasure boats
taking families, ladies long-skirted
with parasols and hats,
on afternoon excursions to the lighthouse.
 
Inland, a chine, a word from childhood memory
of Boscombe, walking to the front
through gardens round a deep ravine.
This chine had a Chinese pagoda,
well-kept topiary, a war memorial,
and gentle paths for buggies, wheelchairs.
Along one side the ravine overgrown
with large-leaved jungle plants,
mossy paths green and slippery
from damp and lack of sun,
perfect for hide and seek.

Myristica fragrans

My father had a box of precious things
dog tags from the war and medal ribbons
a photograph of children berry-brown
a silver paper horseshoe and a nutmeg.
 
The dog tags made some sense
as did the medal ribbons,
memories of war, of desert and Red Sea,
the silver dollars and the dhow blockade.
 
The photo of the beach in Egypt
was of a girl with hair in ribbons
back to camera gazing out to sea
a small boy in the shallows facing her.
 
The nutmeg had a hard and furrowed skin
dark, shiny with age and frequent use.
But what use? Why was it there?
He never went to Indonesia.
 
Perhaps he saw it in a Middle Eastern souk
and put it in his pocket thoughtlessly.
What made him keep it all these years-
the talisman that brought him safely home perhaps.

Poetry Kit’s Online Anthology Poetry in the Plague Year includes:

Equinox Epidemic

read more

Sarasvati Issue 56 March 2020 has a selection of my poems: https://www.indigodreams.co.uk/sarasvati/4563791846

An English Grandmother foresees her death

Grey

Yorkshire Air

Parsonage

The Lodge

My first pamphlet Pilgrimage written as a response to a Pilgrimage to the Holy Places in Israel and to St Andrews Church, Ramallah in the West Bank is available as a paperback or in a Kindle version at Amazon.