I am seldom without pencil and paper and writing appears at any time of day or night. Eventually some of this becomes a poem on the computer.
Poetry is one way of capturing a moment or exploring a thought that would otherwise be lost. I’ve been doing this for many years, mostly for my own pleasure. Here are a few to share with you, with thanks to those, particularly the family, who made the printing of this second book of poems possible.
- Ithaca
- Above Sour Milk Gill
- My Mother at the Table
- Cow-bane
- Under Cover of Fireworks
- Words
- Geese
- Kissing 1
- Kissing 2
- Kissing 3
- Kissing 4
- Kissing 5
- Fox
- Knitting a Poem
- The Wall
- Panic
- The Signpost Pointed to the Lake
- First Flight Over Bath
- Pub Quiz at the George
- A Murder of Crows
- Weaver’s Cottage
- Fuente Vaqueros
- How to count August
- A Rendezvous
- Ants
- An Affinity with Sheep
- Reflections
- Dance
- The key in the door
- Man, stranded
- Kissing 7
- Kissing 6
- Rain
- Sky ladder
- Discovery
- Black Earth
- Making Tracks
- Turning away
- Sun spot
- Like no other
- Teacher’s Lament
- The packhorse bridge
- St Francis in meditation
- Rapunzel
- Suddenly
- After the argument
- Apple
- Sleepless
- Behind the closed door
- Invocation
- Seasons of the mind
- Shipshape
- Aerobatics
- Buzzard High
- All that glisters
- The Watchers
- Something sure
- Spring Break
- The Unknown
- Footnotes
- Lifting the hair
- What are days for?
- Fun-fair
- Night sky in January
- Seeking Eden
- Ebb Tide
- Evoking Monet
- From Chesil Beach
- In Limbo