Updated from a poem first written in the early 90’s, this version reflects the names of four of Manchester United’s great heroes, although Mark Hughes remains a favourite of mine...
The poem was written before the first exoplanets had been discovered, especially the rocky ones that may be more similar to earth, and which may contain life. Science is now...
Here I am attempting to take the voice of a Native American chief. It is apocalyptic in tone – the false sun rising could be an atomic bomb - but...
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,...
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...
