I don't go into the woods todaywhere I once passed so many happy hours;don't deign to skip through forest gladespausing to whisper love to trees and flowers. I don’t walk under the avenueof sturdy sycamores behind my homeinstead I listen nervously as in the constant gales, they creak and groan The trees still standing have reached... Continue Reading →
‘The shadows rise, the sunlight falls’*and all’s aglow, within these walls:The candlelight, the cold, the heatThe candlelight, the cold, the heat Sheets ripple, springs ache for releaseI am for you, who aims to pleaseresistance fails, our rising fallsrebounds the room, resound - the halls Alight, alight! We come alivebeneath the sheets, beyond we diveinto a... Continue Reading →
The news is grim:Austerity bitesfuel poverty enriches black gold cofferswe need to use less, use lessuseless to try and stop them.Will their fortunes restore all that we have lost?They wouldn’t care to:Let’s extract and extract and all the while distract the masses with trivia(forgetting we're all freezing here)create paradise in a bubbleretreat into it.When the... Continue Reading →
Undercurrents of a weeping worldswirl above black watersbeneath the trees, I whisper pleasI love you Eddying down to who-knows-wherethe eye of a storm’s dead certaintywith death, the singularity that takes you Flowers float the River StyxThe Ferryman emerges froma three-decades-long mist, insistsI’ve missed you I light a candle in a cellleave blooms before the river’s swellthe... Continue Reading →
When the named storms comeand the power lines are downand our channels of communication have been cuthow will you contact me? Please visit MasticadoresUSA to continue reading... Many thanks to editor Gabriela for her continued support. I am very busy this week preparing Three-Penny Memories for publication. I am excited to have received the paperback... Continue Reading →
Camelot towers tall abovethe river where we walkour senses are attuned to love;our tongues, to lovers’ talk... How dreamlike to think back on long warm, summer days from the perspective of a misty day in late September! I hope you enjoy my poem, which is published today in the latest issue of Free Verse Revolution,... Continue Reading →
I was sad to learn today that we lost a valued member of the WordPress community on 18 August: Hobbo, who's 'Yorksher' dialect poems provided many a chuckle and brightened up his readers lives, particularly during lockdown. I fondly remember him posting religiously every morning, normally three poems sharing his irreverent take on matters such... Continue Reading →
The mood in the UK today is sombre, to say the least, with bells tolling out across the country, announcing the death of our longest-serving monarch, Queen Elizabeth II. In times of sadness, I find much solace in poetry and music, so it's good to have a poem about music-making up at Masticadores today: Duet... Continue Reading →
It was the summer of love and fresh air:God knows how we made it through, with barely two red cents to rub togetheryou lit up my smile, did up my hair... Please head over to Spillwords website to continue reading. My thanks to Dagmara and the team for continuing to publish and support my work.... Continue Reading →
The Peacock to the Admiral said(as on the thistle blooms they fed)‘What think'st thou of this human-kind do they have soul, or sense, or mind?' One lighted on a human hand as if to say, ‘I understand: you have such power over meyet do not wield it lovingly.’ And sure enough Man casts his net:and pins her in... Continue Reading →
