Sitting In A Semi (after David Bowie)

Remote in a Cumbrian village, removed and adrift as instructed, I have become a modern Major Tom, floating with the tins and toilet rolls, bouncing off the ceiling, walls and floor. Behind glass, I message Planet Earth, well placed for views in virtual space, sitting in a semi, playing spot the Herdwick, clapping frontline health…

Leveret (after Carolyn Jess-Cooke)

Forty weeks I wondered what would happen. Bought a tiny cardigan while waiting, embroidered with some meadow hares in sunshine and wee blue shoes that you would never wear. With little witchy hand you grasped my finger, your body wrapped in heirloom knitted cloth, each breath I watched and worried in the pauses and worried…

A poem for International Women’s Day

Three fervent bearded scholars, blessed with massive intellect, sat beside an open fire in debate, and the focus of their discourse, was the welfare of the Earth, which, abused, was in a fairly sorry state. For the people tasked them jointly, as custodians in chief, with the role of keeping safe this special gift. So…

Postcards From Beyond The Looking Glass

I said goodbye to sanity one Thursday late in June. I kissed it fondly on the cheek and gave it a balloon. It soared into the clear blue sky under a gibbous moon. I shed a melancholic tear and sang a mournful tune. I parted from reality, after a pipe or two, and surfed across…