poetry diary

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

Month: June, 2019


Roots, shaking off earth,
glow white, like worms. I toss them,
dead, into the hedge.


Gardening is a brutal affair sometimes.

Music in the park

A band playing jazz
under a tree in the rain –
drops weighting its leaves.


They were about to get very wet.

June Showers

Early summer rain
scatters rose petals and scents
of an eager earth.

It’s been raining a lot here this week.

Solihull Civic Suite

Nineteen eighties chairs,
kitchen units and sofas
filling empty rooms.


Meeting the leader of a local authority and seeing the dire state of our democracy at first hand.

On the pavement

A tiny cyclist
head down, speeding. I move left
and bask in mum’s smile.


Time to start writing again.