Multiple Choice

Multiple Choice I took the test again today. Turned on Radio Four.Listened to a story about the homeless.Then came kids orphaned by bomb blastsin another country.But that was too hard,so I moved on … Started up the car instead of doing the walking thing;it was raining and I needed stuff from the supermarket.Saw a dead…

Clearance

In the wreckage of a house clearance,a face distorts in a fractured glass eye.Painted on gesso and northern white pine,old acrylic eyelashes flash a recognition. Stippled like a stormy summer,worn and battered flanks shiver in the dust.A torn rosette from a forgotten fetehangs by a mane, shabby and faded. Familiar sounds echo in the room:the…

Drifting

Drifting Light seeps through cracked lashes.The new day’s tide sweeps a winter beach,debris left on rippled sandforms a room of furniturein a head weighed with questions. Out of frozen vaults of memory,a canvas dragged into the morning sunthaws slowly, mixed colour through frostleaching out in blurred patcheson old bones in a strange bed. Who owns…

The Tale of Boris Snot, the Horrible and Vile

An ogre known as Boris Snotthe Horrible and Vilelooked every inch a monsterwith his grotty, beastly style. At eight foot tall with mottled skinand voice so very loud,his gruffness frightened folkand Boris stood out in a crowd. Yet Boris was a nice guyand just craved a quiet life;to have a break from pitchfork mobsand other…

Someone ought to make an anthology out of this line-up … Dirigibility

How to Conjure a Poem in Eight Easy Steps (Julie Anna Douglas) A Poem Is Like A Balloon (Philip Ardagh)     Head in the Clouds (Charlie Bown)              Suitcase Poem (Michael Rosen)                    Recipe For Flying (Julie Stevens)                Ballerina Cherry Tree (Stephanie Henson)      River Morning Walk (A.F. Harrold)                 Tell it to the Bees (Carole Bromley)            Disco Bumblebee (Dale…

Poems #3

Invitation To Move On I am small in the sea, pushed aroundby waves that care not for any grain of sandor stuff that floats in old men’s heads. Arms held wide and high, that reach and clinglike a child to a parent when things get rough,when routines fail and muscles waste. I hesitate, recoil, cower;…

Poems #2

Multiple Choice I took the test again today. Turned on Radio Four.Listened to a story about the homeless.Then came kids orphaned by bomb blastsin another country.But that was too hard,so I moved on … Started up the car instead of doing the walking thing;it was raining and I needed stuff from the supermarket.Saw a dead…

Poems #1

Yew In search of yew in Borrowdalethat shared the sun with Judas,I walk a rutted path, aware of twinges, snares, rocks,carrying your paints and easelalong with this bowl of words, no longer fit for consumption,mould festering in knotsfrom sour touching fruit within. And if these words were berries,gardeners would stand disappointedat the canker in the…

DB Anthology News Update

It is now one year since I wrote a blog entry about the possibility of setting up a poetry bank to help plug a publication gap for poets who write for children. In August 2021, there followed an announcement through an article in the Yorkshire Times that the inaugural launch of The Dirigible Balloon (the…

Incoming … World Curlew Day 2022

Incoming I am not your enemy dear messenger,but still your intent feels murderous. And though your reckless, adrenalinefuelled passes and dopplered cries have sent these old instincts into fullflight mode, my head disappearing into my shoulders, my sixty year oldbody separated from my bicycle to lie expediently on this damp grassy bank,I cannot help but…

Past, Present, Future

Maytree Press As we mark the third anniversary of our first publication and look forward to the release of our thirty fifth book, we thought it would be a good excuse to celebrate all the wonderful collections we have had the privilege to work on over the past few years and offer you a little…

What’s it all about, Albert?

What’s it all about, Albert? Let us talk of poetic fundamentals,observations of a flawed reality,where a standard garden leaf blowerdisperses this year’s rotting leaveslike some proton powered atom throwerin the hands of a caffeine fuelled organismquestioning existence in a late autumn gardenpitching free verse at the Universeas an antidote to creeping entropyand whose focus floats…