When I turn 65 I hope I can ring up my children in the way my father did today with such a sense of joy and happiness at being alive and in the moment. This poem is a distillation of much my father has taught me over the years, and for which I thank him [...]
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An Inscription for a Valentine Gift
A terribly pretentious title perhaps for what this really is – the scrap of verse written for a St. Valentine’s gift. As you will gather it is to accompany some rather glam gardening items — a pair of Pink Wedge Welly boots and some pink Atlas Gloves. Oh, and I wanted not to mention the [...]
I Am The Long Corridors Now
I am the long corridors now, the early-morning
fresh starched sheets, the efficient cushioned
heel, the brief burr of nicoteine upon the resting
knuckle, the studied, closed bedside manner –
I am the newly anodised gospel
which remains unread ’til the last, when idly
spindle-fingered, a cousin intones pale
psalms having read Trevayne unabridged.
It is like surfacing for
a moment, hopeful, and then sinking back: the luke
warm [...]