Sat high upon the edge of nowhere waiting for the long song of angels Swirling blinding white light radiant and warm exhausts me Speckles...

Gold rings and things, light silver bells that jingle Trickling, tickling all sweet things that glow Rag a bobbin, two a penny kisses a...

In those long-ago moments of strewn newspapers and torn  brown paper A spitting grate of hissing embers warms poor Sandy curled upon the...

What colour are your feelings my lovely ‘Tis the darkest of grey mornings Turning to brightest, lightest edges of a new day A white barn...

Quiet, unmoving, I thought I had vanished like summer Skies the colour of comfort consider the setting sun Seabirds stand motionless as...

Beside the stone lion at Egypt Point, above the golden stones Beyond the shore of shifting light radiant deepest blue at its furthest...

I’m standing here beside myself; I’ve forgotten who I am The who I used to be beneath a tree with summer in his hair Clouds, tumbling...

High above sixpenny skies clouds have turned to silver Drifting above the misty bluest evening distance Awaiting fields of stars complete...

East Cowes, Isle of Wight, 1956 Low tide had ebbed on the eastern side of Cowes, turning the Medina’s estuary into a sun-baked mud...

My name is Forever I was there in the nebulous emptiness, in the darkness before the light Spiralling bright before me in the long...

There is a different tomorrow coming Drumming it into my head, media led, I read in the newspaper today on my way to nowhere in...

Once upon a time In the faraway of only a moment ago Children play beneath the exploding wrath of hatred Beautiful wildflowers Flowers,...

I watch the shadows of people in jumbled half speak Looking all ways everywhere in no particular direction They stand shoulder to...

Wide asleep moments, in the rain orange neon street moments Moments luminescent, try as I might tonight moments Comes a light all-knowing...

Upon soft sands of night, beneath a blanket of stars, jagged edges of a new day dance across the running tide. Dawn’s earliest light...

One day, a beautiful day, a day filled by warmth and sunshine, probably not too long from now, when I am happy and ready to meet my...

Kent House, East Cowes, Isle of Wight, 1956 Many of the dusty cold rooms in the attic were empty, although some, containing boxes of...

A regular fizz bomb, a whizz kid in red socks no less. Red socks or no, every quivering inch, a zealot Far surpassing enthusiastic hearty...

Not a one dot has changed it's spot over the years From the spotty end of my tail to the tip of my dotty pricked ears All this since I...

What have you got there my love in your bag of much and  plenty Just turned twenty with darkest brown hair hanging down and down Not a...