Drilling down Ever narrower now, energy buildingSluicing water upwards,Roaring over mudflats,Through to Goole,Swamping the Ouse and Trent,Removing ten thousand yearsOf post-glacial civilisation.York and Venice cannot be saved,By Tidal Barriers.Profits rise with the waterUntil drilling down means holding onAgainst the soaring tidesAnd strengthening winds.And as the storms merge,We ask, ‘What now ?’ Part 5 of myContinue reading “Screaming trees (5)”
Category Archives: Poetry
Screaming trees (4)
Screaming trees – why don’t we care?
Screaming trees (3)
Number 3 in my series, I heard the river laugh. Soon available as a chapbook.
Screaming trees (2)
Number 2 in my series on the effects of global warming on the Holderness Plain, where I live. Please let me know what you think. My chapbook is nearly ready and free to any environmental group, to use and sell. Just let me know.
Screaming trees (1)
Set of ten poems – I heard the river laugh. Copyright free to an environmental group. More soon.
Let’s get tough.
I occasionally get the urge to write about the environment, but get kinda tired, because of the lack of resonance, even from people on the same page as me. Wrecker’s Nectar Bee beauty will Dance his ass off So his mates fly until They reach the blossoms’ source. Then comes nectar’s drill To burrow deep,Continue reading “Let’s get tough.”
Old exercise books – blasts from our pasts.
Red ink – a succinct reply To spidery thoughts All now lost in time
Poetry Evening – Hull University. 18/08/17
The Assembled The usual suspects from the English Department Assemble, Levitically, as romantic as Monday morning. Late, crusty defensive years and ears hear Sunny but arid words. Brynmor evenings thwart noon’s thirst for torpor, But siestas can be a moveable feasts. Midday slumbers threaten the evening air. The Readings Gangs of knowing smiles Show pinchedContinue reading “Poetry Evening – Hull University. 18/08/17”
Let life be a game! Gustav Meyrink and Covid
Time to reflect on a monotony of days, repeating a pattern as never before in my lifetime. Here is a bit of unpretentious light verse, to cheer the day. It should be read as quickly as possible. I apologise in advance for any rhymes that offend the modernists,but any creativity is good for the soul.Continue reading “Let life be a game! Gustav Meyrink and Covid”
Old Age – Taken apart by Goethe
I visited a museum in Weimar. There was a quote from Goethe. ‘Ich bin zu alt um nur zu spielen, und zu jung um ohne Wunsch zu sein.’ The greatest lines can be an inspiration to writers and get the block out the way. ‘I am too old to only play and too young toContinue reading “Old Age – Taken apart by Goethe”