Fireweed

Originally posted on Jonathan Humble's Stuff … a poetry blog:
Fireweed Picture Credit Vincenzo Gemito wikicommons Grown wild, unclaimed and loose in lanes, he peed higher, spat further, swore louder than any other latchkey street weed. Green acolytes, summoned with strangled banshee howls, drawn to worship as he spoke to us in bloodied tongues for…

Lucky Me … #poetry : )

Every so often I’m lucky enough to go on courses through my work as a teacher which for various reasons are enjoyable and feel relevant. Today was such a day. In the Shakespeare Centre in Kendal, I spent the morning looking at ways to encourage kids to get into poetry, as well as having the…

Secrets of Men

Perched on a milestone, Spy considered offers from fylgjur, haunting woods like fox wraiths. Night worn as a cloak, tired bones aching under breeze ruffled feathers, his conspiracy betrayed by brother silhouettes circling in tempered moonlight. Revealed by flecks of white in beads of jet, he watched ghost clouds drift like lost leaves, disturbing stars…