A short poem for Mother’s Day. I hope your mother never spoke to you like mine did to me. We all deserve love.
A prose poem about my Christmases past… Feeling special, wanted, loved, just on that one day a year.
While trying my hand at rhyming poetry my dear mother-in-law took possession of me and had her say.
Sometimes it’s hard to find the right card…
1987. I was upstairs, in my bedroom, doing homework for my English A level. “Write a précis of a newspaper article about the rebuilding of Shakespeare’s Globe Theatre in London.” I was enjoying it. Thoroughly absorbed, crouched over my creaking, repainted desk, my paper and hands bathed in a warm pool of light from the… Continue reading Homework
Revolving doors: huge, heavy, slow as death. The atrium – the architect’s pride, welcomes the shufflers with bright space. Hey, relax! Smell the coffee, browse the shops, admire the high glass roof… This is a cheerful place, guys! But the hunched figures aren’t here for pleasure – we must turn left. Icy light floods the wide,… Continue reading The Test