Ghost Sign

This is Ghost Sign, my poem about a beautiful mirror and gilt shop sign that was rediscovered behind paneling in Bath recently. Hidden for nearly 70years, its discovery marks the building’s transition from Fancy Dress shop to a Bar and Restaurant.   Ghost Sign What did you hear, in all those years locked away Boarded and barricaded? … More Ghost Sign

Streets of Lansdown

  Have you seen the landlord, Who owns a third of Lansdown, Sucking up the rent To fund his year-long cruise? In his eyes you see pound signs, Glinting at the arrears fines, Interest just soaring, Oh how could he lose?   So how can you tell me that my nation’s broke? And say we … More Streets of Lansdown

Magdalene

What do your pale eyes see, lady? Not what is before you surely, but past Or future benedictions. You blessed a man with your salty tears, kissed his weary feet Dutifully, then dried them with your red tresses. Red, for rebelliousness Mary, as your moniker proclaims. To me, you were a victim of calumny.  Your … More Magdalene

Chance meeting

The banner of the Alzheimer’s Society is a Forget Me Not flower. Beautiful, tender and unassuming, and probaly frequently swept aside in frenzied weeding.  It is a tiny flower, forged from powder blue petals, white stars at the epicentre and a core of vibrant yellow. The sage green petals protect the fragile bloom as you … More Chance meeting