Poems
Touching the Tajo
Returning to the rock bosom of my homeland and being reracinated, in a phantasmagoric bath full of hot bubbles which fascinate the senses; immersed in retrievable shapes and colours from another time when one was distantly taking life’s first tender steps sublime. A...
Through Glasses Darkly or Larkin Ascending
In dread of the grim reaper writes taut verse the bard of Hull, laureate of the misanthropic universe. Through the prism of his blinkered eyes peering empirically at human sacrifice; measuring life by the railway’s gauge, which trundles troops to the trenches where...
The Rarebits
A rabbit scuts across the sward as the day draws in to evening and the lengthening shadows hide his companions nibbling side by side. A sound as if of wind or water can be heard since all is still it’s kind of weird. I take a sip of well-chilled ale and a pull upon...
The Balcony
This balcony is all I need to germinate my inner seed. Fields and woods provide the view, sun shades the grass with darkling hues; birds hop and whirl in dreamy skies where windless clouds spread 'fore my eyes. Apples ripen by the fence, geraniums crowd my senses of...