‘A friendly doctor. That’s all we want Nice doctors. Don’t we, eh? No one can hear me They’ve all got there effing plugs in’ The trees and houses and fields and wasteyards and train stations and train station carparks and cars parked in train station car parks all raced past. A litre of water. Innocent […]Read more "By the loud table seat on the train."
At least he’s doing something The man said turning to his wife As he pissed coppers Before the violinists feet Under Southwark bridgeRead more "Found poetry"
Black soot Falls from the Chimney Of my nose; Her ashes Smoked away Like fog Amongst The cities’ Pointed crown. The sky, incomplete ‘gainst the Burning Punctured Soul – the riddled Light.Read more "The big smoke"
Note: This poem is an experiment, I completely understand that this will not be to everyone’s taste, however i enjoyed creating it. Moreover I encourage anyone who has read this to comment how they feel about it. Thank you. The third section of this poem is a reshaping of Shakespeare’s sonnet 18. 1 Cold pearls from Tiffany’s appeared No one […]Read more "A mundane howl"
Where once Tess made her way to ancient stone And stood as none have ever since Her journey void of car or factory, Of Tower block or supermarket; Where once keats lay upon his summer lawn And listened to the bumble of the bees Around his head and on his parchment Urging lofted verse; Where rows […]Read more "A romantic vision"
At the edge of the crossing A herd of them stamp past Like raging bulls: stiletto-heeled Wasp-like vespa’s; businessmen In velvet suits, rushing by on Scooters; students passing red On rusty bikes – the rest are caught Stopped still by changing lights. Like a red-eyed deer dazed at night, Vulnerable I cross – a jut […]Read more "Tackling the Roman roads"
Rome, when the sun has first risen amongst The golden walls and cobbled side-streets Glistens in its splendour and antiquity. The morning breeze brings with it a clatter of Shutters and the waft of roasted coffee. A gentle rising cloud of laughter over Breakfast: Espresso pours and the cornetto crunches. An eruption of roars; the […]Read more "Rome, when the morning sun has first risen"