The inspiration for this poem came from….a pair of gloves. And my wife Ann’s kindness. Ann always buys multiple presents for most of the family, especially at Christmas. We were...
Slip your hand in this warm glove And feel the warmth that is our love, A leathered outer for the cold, A woollen lining to enfold Your kind and gentle...
If only I could take a measure Of my movement through the trees I would feel a pulse of pleasure From my fingers to my knees. Much like finding hidden...
I’m a loveable kind of spiky creature, Small and slow but kind, And I yearn to show my special feature If only I could find Another hedgehug just like me...
As the Covid lockdown began, the world seemed to settle into silence – a disturbing and worrying silence for those of us living in towns and cities and used to...
Under cloudless, quiet skies Silence like a blanket lies, While from the woods hushed shadows creep To beckon minds to dream and sleep And wake into a noiseless day Where...
His head is shaped just like a bottle, With bones as bendy as fresh-cut wattle, With a howl that stops with a sudden glottal - Let me introduce you to...
When my daughter Claire and son-in-law Steven decided to marry, they chose the extraordinarily beautiful Lake District as the location for their wedding ceremony. Steven hired a hotel – the...
This short poem reflects the fact that both my son Andrew and I write poetry and sometimes collaborate on our poems. I have often wondered whether this ability is inherited....
Alfie is my grandson, Olivia’s younger brother. In this poem, written when Alfie was two years old (less than a thousand suns), the longer lines enfold the shorter ones to...
