Trudging the marsh,
Looking for dragonflies, watersnails, tadpoles;
My breath sucked at the April mist-water,
My boots grew gills;... more »
Branwen And The Starling
You were my shadow in the darkness
of the kneading-trough.
I taught you to speak, to love;
named you for the child I lost,... more »
The rink, like a disc of frosting
In a baker's display,
Was encrusted with children -
Three hundred hats on three hundred heads,... more »
In Case I Am Marooned
In case I am marooned on a desert island,
I'll equip myself with twine, a Swiss army knife,
And Ray Mears.
I'll bring sandals, blankets,... more »
A woman in a burqa boards the northbound
tube train on the Circle line. Two weeks back,
the Underground was twisted metal, fire,
it was torn-up people, it was blood:... more »
Three storeys of fading memories
Stand on a hill.
I tread the ribcage of its staircase,... more »
The Red Scarf
October's dying, and I'm looking for a friend,
A kindred spirit I've mislaid
Somewhere between a grief and recollection.
This bus - an any bus - pulls up,... more »