Raedwalds Queen |
The following poem written for the Sutton Hoo Poetry festival. It takes the imagined voice of the wife of Saxon King Raedwald whom it is believed to have been buried there in the famous Sutton Hoo shi...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Jul 2009 04:18:00 GMT |
Quantum Poem (Re Write) |
Will I have written the quantum poemIf nobody hears meAnd if I hear me does that countAnd what if the poemHas been there all the timeAnd I have only been seeking it outOr is it infinite poems I writeB...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Jan 2009 07:31:00 GMT |
Where were we then |
How easily the lives of men are endeda spray of lilies and some wet eyed wordsa puff of smoke above the sombre treesa huddle on a hill outside the towna call of crows a cold and polished stoneBut wher...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Dec 2008 01:44:00 GMT |
The Maningtree Swans |
Two Swans flew in this morningThey didnt stay longflew on down to Maningtreeturned their beaks up at our muddy shorewell when you are a Swan Maningtree is the place to beYou can strut your stuff at Ma...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Sep 2008 07:22:00 GMT |
Milk Wood revisited |
Travelling home from Ireland it was impossible to pass Laugharne without treading once more the bards unsteady steps from Mariners Arms to the Boat House.From Castle view chip shop with its view of th...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Jul 2008 03:27:00 GMT |
Midsummer (repost) |
Draw close you northern forestsSurround this secret placefill the air with fragrance of your amberTonight will be no darkness Tender petals of the day unfurlThe night is yoursEider from your granite s...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Jun 2008 04:24:00 GMT |
Hanover Street |
I remember youdo you remember meRobert. Rob you called meWe were at college togetherShared a house in Hanover streetMost people did onceWere there five roomsor was it four?Anyway your room was the bes...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Jun 2008 07:51:00 GMT |
Igneous |
They laid a track of cinders to your doorLord of Igneous Vulcan god of fireAnd today a new processionTakes the headland patha winding line a wedding feastSnakes up the ancient wayAs scores have gone ...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Jun 2008 07:55:00 GMT |
The Hawthorn bride |
Another year is pastAnd you are come againMy Hawthorn brideMy queen of MayConfetti in your hairDressed in your finest laceYou dance from folded hillsWith blushing maidsAnd skylarks in your trainLendin...
Posted by on Fri, 23 May 2008 23:48:00 GMT |
At Dawn |
I rise to cockerel and to urgent piperHarlequin reveille at dawnDistant rumble of ferry loadAs sky in liquid poolsSeeps up the strandAnd permeates the air its tender lightLone crow and gull a new days...
Posted by on Tue, 06 May 2008 23:49:00 GMT |
