Cold.

Go, now.   Cross the threshold of your front door and breathe in the sharp night air Gaze up at the star-peppered bright north sky that has watched you, now far from those days of your youth when you did not take for granted the contrast between safety and warmth and the thrill of cold…

That small familiar pain

A lot of things have got me thinking about poems recently. I recently fell victim to one of the classic blunders – the most famous of which is “never get involved in a land war in Asia” – but only slightly less well known is this: if you plan on one day being a world…

Threads

The day is like glass. Bright, hard and clear as we walk sunlit through loamy fields behind our house   What riches have I! speaks the fool, while the wise woman knows she has nothing but now.   Dark earth rises in welts like waves ploughed into chaos, as spiders gild with their silk shimmering…

Reflect.

Come and walk with me near these still waters We’ll gaze through ancient stone And touch the rough pillars of the bridge And think of times we had Under blanket skies Thick with rolling cloud When the water was cool, and deep. Way back, When time was green.     More of the same on…