Over one hundred years have passed since your poem was written I am in Whitstable today with my family The sun is high in the sky and everything is calm Small children are playing with vacant oyster shells Whilst their parents paddle quietly in the sea Above me umber moths hide in the coastal trees […]

You are the first poem in a book of Soldier Poets Your poem was written by a Major in the British Expeditionary Force in France during the First World War He is only known by his initials no more H.D’A. B. Marthe of the lowered eyes This is how the poem opens I wonder who […]

Large blood red roses Decorate The walls Of my room Some say That they were stained By the blood of Christ But I know that the weeping poppies Scarred these walls

When visiting beaches I often search For emotive pebbles They bring me much comfort No matter their mood As I ignore their emotions

She steals around the village after dark Weeping for her lost love Many have tried to help her But she was betrayed By the fluid whiteness Of her sea dress     A weeping mermaid visits the small coastal village of Kingsdown in Kent once a year on the anniversary of her fiancés death He […]

Before moving away from the small coastal village where I spent my childhood and former years I knew a mysterious girl named Dover Anthem She was considered odd by many as she could often be found combing the beach for the lost treasure of pirates or swimming alone in the sea For some reason she […]

The Old Rifle Range Under the towering white cliffs near the coastal village of Kingsdown in Kent one can find a derelict rifle range once used by my marines The years of disuse have taken their toll and the whole area is in a state of advanced decay I initially visited the rifle range in […]

The elevated signal box The bright morning mist The silver rails The bold signal The uneven platforms   My train will arrive In a few minutes Without much fuss I will begin my daily commute With these quiet memories       Canterbury East Railway Station   

During the cooler months I collect pebbles from the beach And create interesting circles In my winter flower garden

I have toured the countries of Europe for a number of years I am not sure of my exact age as I brought up in an orphanage in Northern Greece I was told that I was born in 1947 but I think I am much younger as my hair is only beginning to turn grey […]