Something Missing

Summer’s streamers rose on
Something more than two.
Hearts conjoined in clarity
We two, we happy few.

But the Earth revolves around the sun;
Each season has its day.
Sandy summer beaches set
And harden into clay.

Love’s the cruelest teacher;
These lessons are hard-won.
Now I sit here all alone,
Something less than one.


Written for:



My Father Was A Rich Man (poem)

Well, my father was a rich man
So I played rich man’s games
Picking up his torch
Our lives mapped out the same

But misery gets misery
Don’t judge me by my clothes
Inside I am a poor man
And on and on it goes

I have the country mansion,
Fast car and model wife
But don’t mistake the trappings
For happiness in life

Yes, don’t mistake the trappings
For happiness in life




Written for:   with the prompt “father”

The Evil Inside (poem)

The bad thing weighs upon my mind
And will until it’s done.
Some wars should never begin,
Some battles cannot be won.

I can’t
I shouldn’t
I won’t
I couldn’t

I feel it rising in my gorge
Bubbling to the surface.
Bilious heat twists and builds,
Stoking my inner furnace.

I can’t
I shouldn’t
I won’t
I couldn’t

The mental cancer reaches mass,
Hate-toxins must be vented.
I am powerless; immobile;
Impotent against it.

I can’t
I shouldn’t
I won’t
I couldn’t

The pressure always grows and grows:
It never disappears.
The bad thing may rest,
But never truly clears

I can’t
I shouldn’t
I won’t
I couldn’t

Not again


That Was The Month That Was… June

June has been another productive month. 28 posts published before this one, so these are some of the “highlights”, in the tradition of that filler episode of your favourite TV show when they have enough content for a 22 episode series, but sell 23 episodes to the broadcaster!

Rhyming blog
I completed a short series on what I’ve learned about writing rhyming picture books – . The last part of this series included a round-up of the key bits of advice, and a host of useful rhyming resources, – – so if you are pushed for time then you could start with this one and dip into the previous posts as and when you have time/ inclination/ need to develop your skills and understanding.

There has been some haiku… quite a lot of it actually. I love Ronovan’s weekly haiku challenge and have posted several attempts at these. For the prompt words “Bard” and “Water”, I even attempted bending some Shakespearean iambic pentameter into haiku form –

I wrote a short series of “love haiku” –

And for us office drones, in case you missed it last month, consider using one of these “out of office” haiku next time you are away from your desk…

My most popular poetry post this month has been “The Lie” – – probably because it’s so universal… and short!

My favourite though is this one – .

I have covered a variety of topics again over the month, from zombies –
– to GHOST slugs –
– to a Victorian version of Charlie’s Angels –
– to a plea to be noticed (yes, the stereotype of the needy artist, but hopefully it resonates more widely than that) –

Game of Thrones came up in two separate pieces this month. I love that show/ book… and . Is this the first time that The Hound has inspired a haiku?

I love testing myself with a variety of challenges, so I’ve also started entering Mara Eastern’s weekly poetry challenge –

Coming Up
In July, look out for more haiku, more random poetry (the zombies and slugs will be back… probably!), and a blog post on rhyme and comedy. Hope you’ll join me.

Thanks again to everyone who has taken the time to stop by and read my stuff, and double thanks to those who have “liked” and commented!

Picture by kind courtesy of NB Photography (you can find them and more amazing photos on Facebook, or at Loch Katrine from Ben Venue.

Lost and Found (poem)

We buried Grampa in the sand
That day down at the beach
We buried him and off we went
To get an ice cream each

The sun was high so off we splashed
And had a happy day.
Having been at play for hours
We forgot where Grampa lay!

With Grampa buried in the sand
We got a little frit
If we left without our Gramps
We’d be in for it!

My brother, Billy, pondered
And glanced along the sand
“A-ha!” He cried. “I’ve cracked it!
The answer’s close at hand!”

He stopped an old man walking:
He was detecting metal
Beeping up and down the beach
And finding an old kettle

We asked if we could borrow
That beeper for a while
And set off up and down the beach
Cov’ring every mile

Eventually we got the beeps
That we’d been looking for,
From Grampa’s fifty fillings…
And then we heard his snore!

We quickly dug up Grampa
And woke him from his sleep;
Hugged him really tightly,
But never spoke a peep.

We never spoke again of that
Until all these years later
When we dug a hole again
A Grampa-shaped crater.

We dug down deep into the sand;
We carried on undaunted
Left his ashes there to rest.

It’s what he would have wanted.


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Away (poem)

There is a weekly poetry prompt here – . This week’s prompt word is “away”. This is the first time I’ve submitted a poem here, but the prompt word sparked something off in me almost straight away, so I couldn’t resist! It inspired a Lewis Carroll-style bout of daydreaming… hope you enjoy.

Away from the bustle
Swinging through the trees
Chasing silly silverbacks
And cheeky chimpanzees

Away with the fairies
Up, off and away
Surfing midnight waves
On a silver breakfast tray

Away from all this
Soaring so high
Catching candy floss clouds
In a mackerel sky

Away from peeking eyes
Deep in a cave
Slaying the shadow spider
Feeling so brave

Led in the meadow
Feet in the stream
Not doing much,
But living the dream