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The beach…2 “Paddle Faster”
The second poem in a short series on The Beach…in part, autobiographical and in part inspired by ‘Paddle faster’ - a line from a film I watched recently
The Beach…i
First in a set of poems about the beach…summer in view…but a beach is a good place to be in all seasons
One Raised Eyebrow
The third attempt of glimpsing at what is important in life through the eyes of a six-year-old boy
“If I keep digging…”
The second in a series of questions a young child might ask…it’s Owen’s turn this week.: a six year old with a serious question…
Daddy, where do tears come from?
Number One in a short series of poems dealing with unpredictable questions very young children ask parents with misplaced confidence that Mummy or Daddy knows.
A Flayed Crow in the Hall of Judgement
Time to hand the mike to a master…Ted Hughes.
Sit back and enjoy as he speaks of Crows and Judgement.
The Pilates Instructor
To end 2022, a look back on an unexpected feature of the year. Pilates.
Six Counties Wide
December’s tour of the UK ends in the six counties of Northern Ireland. I’ve struggled. It’s less of a crescendo; more like a last gasp. Sorry. Merry Christmas.
Sore Afraid
A poem about the Christmas angels, yes, but it’s funny isn’t it how the old KJV language once inside is there for life? ‘Sore Afraid’ and its carolling twin ‘Mighty dread’ competed for the title. KJV won by a short angelic wing.
A Sense of England
The Third in a series of Friday poems about the nations that make up the UK - this week, England
Salmo Salar
The Irregular Poetry Corner continues with a poem (Salmo Salar) about salmon returning to the River Tay and one (The Ceilidh House) written by Caroline Gill from her collection ‘Driftwood by Starlight’, as part of December’s poetic journey to the nations of the UK.
The Truth Doctor
It’s nigh on 6am. I am about to hit ‘Publish’ . The early morning light and chill in the air bring a sense of anticipation…