Mary on the Green Was a good idea on paper But to place an unclothed statue In a smart residential district Well that is going too far When a man is honoured With a statue He remains clothed There are no naked statues Of the good and great So why is Mary naked I am…

Today a statue was unveiled in North London It should have set people thinking But as normal the opposite has happened I am not disturbed by her nudity Indeed it is rather beautiful and quite serene But many are shocked and consider it exploitive This could not be further from the truth As It celebrates women…

Let us water your garden Maud As the rains are far away   What are doing Green? Carving a love poem on my rifle but sir Whatever for? To remember the prettiest girl in my home town   Christopher Green had been on the island for over six years after being abandoned by the ship…

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 died in…

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

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…

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

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…

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 wrote your essay about Enobarbus quite naked in your bedroom You locked the door to extinguish interruptions and lifted your pen I will do justice to your name You said As I was also Anthony’s loyal friend But you are aware of Anthony’s foolish infatuation He will lose the war So you do not…