I’ve never been one for long, ropey ballads so here is a short poem I wrote for the start of Autumn, my favourite season. Autumn Echoes reach as far As the breadth of wooden arms Leaves sing as they shed No vibration is stopped dead By forest floor The notes …
A cinquain poem is a verse of five lines that do not rhyme. The cinquain poem was created by American poet, Adelaide Crapsey (1878–1914). Each line has a set number of syllables: Line 1: 2 syllables Line 2: 4 syllables Line 3: 6 syllables Line 4: 8 syllables Line 5: …
Whenever you walk around campus on any day of the week, at any time of day, you are bound to see something different each time. One sided conversations in empty rooms, script pages scattered like autumn leaves, limbs sticking out of dolls prams (fake, of course) and blood stains (also …
Thoughts on a Solitary Welsh Walk The joy and the sorrow will still be there tomorrow. The night and the day will hourly slide away. (repeat)
Sailing is an escape, where peace and a sort-of solitude, the rush of the waves and the swell of the sea can speak to the soul and unharness the heart. I feel cast from shorePulled away my currents I can’t identify Helming divergent courses on a single wheel Beneath the surface …
What’s On Your Mind? If I could write what’s on my mind The sum and parts would not be equal To the volume that’s inside For words don’t stack or group together They aren’t the contents They’re the lever One word, a letter, pull at will Release the tide That writing …
Is it literature, or is it art? The latest exhibition at the Saison Poetry Library, tucked away in the Royal Festival Hall complex on the London South Bank, explores the relationship between poetry and art by displaying poets that have taken their work into the ‘visual dimension’. This includes poetry …
This is the poem that is never finished. I must have written about 20 stanzas and have never settled on a version I am happy with. This is a much shorter edited version, with a more positive tone than some previous incarnations. It explores co-dependency in relationships. As an oak tree …
Tonight has inspired new words; new words on words. Fresh thoughts on thinking. Chew on your words before you spit them We won’t always be here to hear them And we don’t have time for time to waste On words uttered with no meaning On words said in desperate haste. …
Like fireworks in my head, this event tonight (http://poejazzimarch-eorgf.eventbrite.com/ http://www.poejazzi.com/) has exploded in my head and sent thoughts and ideas cascading through my mind like a waterfall in anti-gravity. Creative. Captivating. Innovative. Passionate. Profound. It gets into your head. It gets under your skin. It sits in your soul, and …
