Boneland
Sometimes I step out of the wood on to a straw-covered path: a warm wind brushes the hill Sometimes the woodland ways are too steep, and the square, unbedded stones bite into my sole Sometimes I go on and sometimes…
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May 2013
Papering over the cracks
Hard to underestimate the excitement of a council election, with in cases up to 25% of voters rushing eagerly to the polling stations. Even more exciting, of course, when the boring old major parties get swept aside by a new…
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Winter morning
Injecting ice into the crack of dawn, the east wind knocks twice on my eyelids, but no-one is in This short poem was commended in the Norwich Writers’ Circle open competition this year and appears in their anthology