A few of my fellow bloggers have chosen poems to mark National Poetry Month, which falls in April, and so to take part I’ve chosen the title poem of a collection that I’m currently reading.
It describes the kind of refuge that I often seek.
This is a glimpse of part of a longer poem that I’m writing for a new collection. The poem’s title is likely to change.
from Early Days
from my poetry blog
from my poetry blog
Ukraine
from my poetry blog
Age Casually
from my poetry blog
New Year #2
from my poetry blog.
One Christmas Eve Night
from my poetry blog
Eight Lines, Relenting
With ABBA’s return, I though it an ideal time to post this poem that was included in my first collection, Heading North, published by Nordland Publishing.
I’d written it whilst sat up one late Autumn night, listening to an early Agnetha Fältskog song, composed in her native tongue when she was just sixteen. A downpour occurring just beyond the limits of that darkened room contributed to the general mood: she was singing of a doomed love affair; I was thinking of other times.
City Jackdaw 