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In every generation there's an "end is nigh" event; famine, war or climate change, disasters from a natural cause, or those that we invent. And now the world is under threat the enemy unseen; spreading fear and bringing death... its name? COVID-19 Suddenly we face the fact that we aren't...
17 March 2020
Across shimmering wastelands and beneath endless skies, Where the scorpion lurks, where the grim vulture flies, Where the trail’s swept trackless by the djinn in the breeze, Where mirages conjure mad cities or seas, Where the silence can roar, and the day’s brilliance pierce, And the heat bind and batter...
11 December 2019
"Then there was silence" In memory of 11th November 1918 The idea for this poem came from hearing an audio recording commissioned by the Imperial War Museum, in partnership with sound designers Coda to Coda, and released in 2018 to commemorate the centenary of the end of the First World...
08 November 2019
The sweetness of September’s like A fat, full-ripened berry As it bursts upon your tongue.
The softness of September’s like A shimmering, silken gossamer That drifts across your skin.
11 September 2019
What is the moon—that single satellite Of planet earth, spun like a ball of shot That nestles in the unseen sling of earth-pull?
She is a fickle, restless sky-bound presence: Sometimes a gilded orb, or lustrous pearl, Or bright, blanched bead of desiccated bone, Or the buttery face of childhood...
18 July 2019
Left Behind What can I say that might convey the way I feel about July?
When birdsong wanes, and a muted prayer-like stillness falls on urban streets, When dawn breaks with the unvarying hymn of a dismal, echoing pigeon chorus, And only the chirps of riff-raff sparrows punctuate the afternoons,...
02 July 2019
Through winter’s dreary wastes I dream of June: I fill the dull, grey spaces of my mind With fantasies of summer’s luxuries, Like honeyed vistas of a promised land…
The blackbird’s song in bursts of strawberry sweetness, The whisper of a trillion trembling leaves, The sun’s warmth, soothing like a...
18 June 2019
MAY
Oh, May should be the bridal month, When blossom showers bless the riotous undergrowth with all their white confetti, When ladies’ lace embellishes so delicately every green-leaf tapestry, And every flower-sprinkled verge presents a meadow-fresh bouquet.
So—May, don’t be a blemished month Of dull, swift-barren skies, opaque and...
02 May 2019
APRIL SONG Would you weave me an April-green garland? Would you weave me a garland of green? I don’t ask for a garland of flowers, For flowers are too briefly seen.
Would you weave me a garland with birch stems? Would you weave in some new blades of rye? They...
02 April 2019
