The book arrived in the morning post inside was a slip of paper from the sender Teddy If you already have this then I will change it with ease Andrea Teddy soon found out that the book contained sonnets and verse by H Belloc a poet he greatly admired He scribbled a note to Andrea…

The days are short This is a good opening line although rather predictable I might write God in my Hell All is Well Because of the rhyme Or I could call this poem Blind Z OR USE SIX DOTS IN BATCHES OF THREE … …

Over three generations have passed Since you were first created You may have lost your reflection And you are corroded from within But your curves are ice sharp And you still retain your original beauty   The wooden table is quite new And mass produced It is pleasant to look at and functional But it…

Digging Deep Canary The poor canary one of the so called sentinel species are no longer used to alert miners to the presence of carbon monoxide It appears that our feathered friends breathing rate its size and metabolism caused it to die quickly if carbon monoxide was present thus giving miners an early warning of…

Although you have been stripped of your leaves Your dignity remains You refresh each frost During those exiled months By remembering the gentle dews of summer   You have changed from orange To a comfortable brown The pale blue sky Hides your exhaustion   When the long nights of winter end I will clothe you…

Your book was passed to me today By your executor Your dedication is long dry The ink pale with age But my memories of you are fresh And really that is all that matters

Swarms of red rose ladybirds Hang heavily in the autumn air We are sharing a drink on our summer seat And should not be there at all As September has passed And October is spent Save for a day But what a day This day of golden avenues With its warm breezes and gentle light…

You are travelling to Telford Give my regards to the Iron Bridge I am travelling to Oxford With Wren Wren Leipzig A goldfinch with a phenomenal intellect   If you send me a couple of selfies From your hotel room I will release the goldfinch And instruct it to travel in a northerly direction  …

Each of the leaves Broken by its own weight Floats away from the mother tree

Turning Into the Void   From a high vantage we watched the battle progress   We watched as young men ignorant of delicate flowers   Were torn apart by the confusion of war   Each man slaughtered had experienced a childhood   Whether idyllic or not this was of no matter   It was their…