Pinman lives a dangerous life
The pinman in the hazard triangle lives a dangerous life. Here’s a sonnet to celebrate his superhuman contribution to human safety.
This sub-category of Articulations collects all my posts of poems.
The pinman in the hazard triangle lives a dangerous life. Here’s a sonnet to celebrate his superhuman contribution to human safety.
From time to time I write poetry, though I wouldn’t want to encourage you to think I’m any sort of reliable guide. This blog post is about writing a type of verse called a wreath. Take from it what you can and disregard the rest. How many senses? A couple of weeks ago, my friend … More…
An Autumn Haunted Cinquain is a poem of horror and fog – and about words and wordplay on Twitter. A poem from 10 years ago, revisited.
September the Diva was the first poem of mine to be accepted for publication since my student days. It won a prize too!
The short summer night, a translation of Norwegian Aslaug L Lygre’s poem Vi skal ikkje sova bort sumarnatta, and a bit of context.
A Villanelle for my mother-in-law Ulla Gustafssson who died from advanced Alzheimer’s disease on 9th April 2020
The Pickpockets’ Ballad – a poem in the style of a ballad from the 17th or 18th century. Two pickpockets have a good day, till they meet a ghost.
A poem in six verses that originally appeared on Twitter. Apologies to van Gogh for borrowing and butchering his zouave portrait.
Not singing or winning so much. Lots of ups and downs lately and I’m feeling depressed so here’s a poem or lyric based on “Tubthumper” by Chumbawamba.
This is my earliest memory – a memory of my father – together with a poem I’ve put it into. What is your earliest memory?
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