Together, running, we jump the queue behind A small blonde girl. A black cap turned backwards. White adidas trainers. Smoke? He takes it from her without hesitation A deep puff, puncturing a small light in the air Like a torch it won’t go out. Mate, this is herbs. He shoves the whole thing, still lit, […]Read more "Drunk dreams"
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"
Slaves to its snake-like trunk; The spineless branches waver and Rustle, collapsing beneath loaden fruit. Greedy open-eyed, open-mouthed Desperate hunger, ravenous Anxiously clawing and snatching And mauling and scratching at A bulbous blossoming heap For dirty, soiled earth-ridden fruit. As when a paddling of newborns Scrap for a burden of bread – the Fattest obtains the […]Read more "Where the real power lies"
As when a puppy, Tail-wagging, Sprints and jumps The garden step To raucous and drunk, Gasping surprise, applause and laughter – Such is the portrait when, Shy and beaming She enters through a Perfumed veil – a rich Brown skin kissed With summer lips; Blossom swells Amongst her flattened Hair lying amongst The bumble bees and The dandelions, […]Read more "Beauty"