This is an experimental poem (at least for me) in that it is written in a conversational and blank form, copying the message carved into the bench, and relying on...
Balloons is one of my favourite poems. Ballooning is something I’ve seen many times on television, and this is where the imagery comes from. The nearest I’ve been to a...
This poem arose from my love of apples. (Japanese Fuji apples are my absolute favourite.) And my favourite poem about apples? John Drinkwater’s Moonlit Apples. MOONLIT APPLES At the top...
Roy Chadwick was an aircraft designer who as a boy flew model aircraft covered in the remnants of his mother’s silk blouses in a field in Urmston, then in Lancashire,...
[caption id="attachment_322" align="alignnone" width="300"] Women shooting during the Victorian period, location unknown. (Image courtesy of the Archery Collection, Manchester Museum.)[/caption]
Here she comes, the grey wullabie, Entranced by the sound of a lullaby. Skipping and hopping, no thought of her stopping Until she is there, outside the room where Sleeps...
“Oh dear,” said the badger, the bodger’s arriving, As the badgers all scattered, ducking and diving. “He may be our cousin,” he said with a sigh. “But stay well away...
Swinging through the deepest forest, Faster than the fastest chimps Comes the champ, the champanzee – Quick! you might just catch a glimpse. He’s really big for a chimpanzee, His...
When the alligarter snaps her jaws She really should receive applause When showing all her spiky teeth, For hidden deep beneath Her tongue, so very strong, Are garters made of...
All his buildings are long and thin, they snake Through jungles, over mountains, they make The most continuous homes on earth. If you’re a snake you’ll want to use them...
