
Aspenström

While I’ve been working on a local oral history project, (interrupted by the Covid pandemic), my own stuff has been put on hold a little. But now …
Wild Geese
from my poetry blog
Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number –
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you –
Ye are many – they are few
The Mask of Anarchy, Percy Bysshe Shelley
The old get old
And the young get stronger
May take a week
And it may take longer
They got the guns
But we got the numbers
Five To One, James Douglas Morrison
Disclaimer: I’m not advocating anything. It was just that reading the words of one young poet reminded me of the lines of another.
I checked up on two of my children today when I was in the library.
It’s not often they’re both in at the same time, which I guess is a good thing.
from my poetry blog
The Summer’s Bronzed
from my poetry blog
Chemical
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