The Watcher in the Dark
1 How long, I wonder, will this dull light Last? Every shadow extends, approaches, The sparrows take one brief flight - Then another – and drop to…
1 How long, I wonder, will this dull light Last? Every shadow extends, approaches, The sparrows take one brief flight - Then another – and drop to…
1 There is no going back: the lights change At life, and there is one direction driven - Whatever detour, visit, we might arrange From that beginning,…
The glass in a neighbouring window – The edges of its sharp rectangle At moments screened and disclosed By the restless black silhouettes Of leaves, branches, in…
The notion of self is vitally central to conceptions of poetry. Poems are commonly described as self-expression — an expression of feeling (being an energy inherent to…
1 In the hours of darkness, in the long Emptiness of night, I see you most: Then your being rests next to me, Unencumbered by bodily weight,…
Yes – look - all these people - I made them, animals Too, plants, insects --all You can see. It rankles How they waste their lives -…
For Margaret Eddowes Now’s the time to set sorrow to a song, While all the days of summer start, And renew the duties that belong To feeling,…
Its presence there hadn’t struck me before, But I like to see the ladder where I left it, Legs splayed between the orange trees: Now that all…
Homage à Guillaume Apollinaire A busy female blackbird of the colour Of the piled dry grass clippings She stands in and flings aside, Appears to find in…
This man wants you to worship, Through him, a merciful God. He’s dressed For the part. You wouldn’t choose this outfit For an ordinary day’s work. I…
1. Trash The traffic tears down this small hill - Two lanes turning right at the lights, And an occasional race or contest As they merge heading…
That’s the sound of unpractised hammering: Different from a nail hit hard, straight, head- To-head, with none of the light repetitive Clinks. And now, over the fence,…
1. In Bleeding Heart Yard I cannot see you, touch you, cannot feel You in my embrace - myself in yours - The warmth, the flow and…
Have you seen the way water In a swimming pool, a pond, Even a little birdbath like this, In its reflection under the eaves - Brushed with…