MISSED OPPORTUNITIES

MISSED OPPORTUNITIES

I misspoke for too long For a moment I thought You were actually interested In me and my words.   I misheard your words meaning nothing to me as they swept far above me far over my head.   I mistook the lies that left your Red lips with ease like a small baby’s spit...
Le chagrin et la pitié

Le chagrin et la pitié

My father joined up in 1939 when he was 14 and towards the end of the war became a driver. He chauffeured a British General into Paris in 1944 and at first enjoyed the sights and sounds of a free city. But he was struck by the horror of the scene of a young girl being...
Christmas Lights

Christmas Lights

I dont know why, but I really like this poem. I know that it’s silly, but that’s the whole point:   Christmas Lights My true love stood in a cardboard box painted black with stars and moons glittering upon it. Around it she had described a dozen gifts so...
Highcross

Highcross

This is a poem I wrote whilst sitting in the sun in the Highcross. That day I wandered about Leicester and sat writing in various locales. Town Hall Square, St Margaret’s Bus station and by the Clock Tower. I think most of the work is uploaded in the “Some...
My First Commission

My First Commission

I was awarded an Arts Council-funded Sole2Soul commission, 2014. Sole2Soul is funded by Arts Council England and commissioned by Leicester County Council. It is one of six project commissions for an umbrella project entitled ‘Click, Connect, Curate Create’. In the...