Category Archives: Poetry

The Truth of the Tale

He can’t see the wood for trees. Trapped in a thicket, He can’t see the wood for trees. Trapped in a thicket, He can’t find the bush for the bushes. A ram Caught by the horns, he can’t turn around, … Continue reading

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The Last Bright Apple – Peter Jay’s Poems

All about Peter Jay’s book here Poet and editor of the esteemed Anvil Press Poetry list, now at Carcanet. The Blessings and the Curse of the Bright Apple What happens to books described as MINOR CLASSICS? I once asked a … Continue reading

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The Cyst – from The Runiad, Book 14

From The Runiad – Book 14 x … I have been afflicted by a growth. It has taken root In my face, just above my right eye, exactly where my forehead Would make contact with my partner’s in a dance. … Continue reading

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Atalanta

Thus it is on this planet. Self-importance may suggest posterity will grant us An immortal empire, that we shall rule the waves forever, but Nothing, nothing whatsoever can be relied on, x Not even one or two relics. It can … Continue reading

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Boadicea – from Book 21 of The Runiad

x (As Nero fiddled and the city burned) the empire was horribly smitten: Eighty thousand Romans and their proxies died in Britain.  The island could have been lost for good. Moreover, all this ruin Was brought upon us by a … Continue reading

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“The One Less Travelled by…”

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Shorter Poems 1969-2022

I have set up my Shorter Poems as a Heyzine Link. Click on the link to read.

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Intermezzo

Intermezzo TO THE MEMORY OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE Nini Patte-en-l’Air (Casino de Paris’) x The gold Casino’s Spring parterre Flowers with the Spring, this golden week; Glady, Toloche, Valtesse, are there; But all eyes turn as one to seek The drawers … Continue reading

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Charybdis

x Bayesian, the name of that yacht. Elementary, my dear Wat! Scilla and Charybdis frequent the strait at Messina. Water-spouts round Sicily are nothing new, it seems to me. Another old dilemma has still to be resolved in the wake … Continue reading

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Why “Runiad”?

Why Runiad as the title of the epic poem I have just completed? Rune is a word which may be translated as ‘a secret, a mystery, a rumour or a whisper’. It can also suggest an enigmatic or incantatory line … Continue reading

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