poetry diary

I rhyme to see myself, to set the darkness echoing. (Seamus Heaney, from Personal Helicon)

Second hand bookshop

These books all concentrated lives you sense
we’ll all end up here in the end – 
stacked and indexed, fading bindings
hiding words which haven’t changed;
aged but still not read enough – 
wanting to be bought once more
(despite the dust)
and owned and loved and read again,
to change another life perhaps
and be restacked. 


In Barter Books in Alnwick – one of the largest second hand bookshops in the UK (with a great coffee shop and ambience) and a difficult place to leave

Cragside Haiku VI

Tumbling stream like life:
falling freely over rocks
into peaceful pools.