Category Archives: Poetry

Putting pen to paper doesn’t seem like something I do, but I have before, I read what I’ve wrote and wonder why I still don’t know what to do. I look at what I’ve written expecting to see a clue, … Continue reading →

My head is down, The pavement’s dull, But I will stand and fight. My head is down, But I push on, Won’t wallow in my plight. My head is down, But I’ll get there, Coz I will see the light. … Continue reading →

Episode 1 –Rain stops play “I’m bored,” announced Royston, gazing out of the window at the rain soaked streets of Glethamgetty City Centre. “It’s an anti-climax,” said Cassie his beautiful wife, curled up on the sofa with a copy of … Continue reading →

The well loved, noble, good Queen Vic Reigned long years upon the English throne But here is Wales I’ve hoiked my pick Hewn coal, breathed iron and then traipsed home. My fellow men we gather here We sing a song … Continue reading →

I’m a complex yet homespun girl Not a bit the social whirl I love best a cup of tea Good humour and good company. If your problems you relate You may find I can equate But if solutions you reject … Continue reading →

On the news our PM says He’ll bulldoze where I live today But remember iron Mrs T The Right to Buy her particularity We spoke of where to house my friends As social housing never ends Then talked of keeping … Continue reading →

Effervescent from the ground The water rises, soaking sound It trickles during summer heat Depleted yet never lost to us The Autumn rains bring flooding despair All life seems compromised, our homes declare Emergency on harrowing scale Again and again … Continue reading →

The weather in deepest, darkest Jan Is suddenly cold whilst I am pale and wan But December was warm and overly wet The dandelions are in bloom, the season is set. Daffodils are out in time with catkins Cel endings … Continue reading →

Cold is like a language, I need to learn it or I die. Litter goes in the bin – ah lunch! A crushing hunger fighting over a half-finished burger and scraps of fries. At first I shit in my jeans. … Continue reading →

I’m possessed by demons I need a herd of pigs You may judge, you may be right I don’t heed a fig. I’ve also got a bubbly rash The cream it does no good It spreads it round, it doth … Continue reading →