A Tiny Spider A speckcrawling from under Acrimonyseen under the spotlight A metaphorfor the last ten yearscrawling down the hard shoulder A tiny spiderpicks its way through booksand is gone I stare at the rainThe stationary carsThe Middle of England Wonder how she’s doingWhat webs lay aheadWhat sticky yarns The Lost Decade Travelling on the…
Month: May 2019
The New World
Poetry and I have not been getting on…. In fact I have been ignoring poetry, shelving it, filing it and generally pushing it to the back of my mind for the past decade.To start with this was deliberate as the combination of employment in an art school (note word art there not a writing school)…