Words …

Fledge … a misplaced blurb: The collection of poems under the title ‘Fledge’ begins with a reflection on how a wild urban childhood and encounters with nature in adolescence have resonated in adult life. There is a strong nature theme running through the poems including a curlew with a grudge, a sceptical mouse, the perils…

Fledge

The poems are with the publisher. July 31st 2020 is the official date of publication. If you’d like to buy a signed copy, let me know … 🙂 Jonathan Humble · Dandelion Sun Jonathan Humble · Incoming Jonathan Humble · Fireweed

A Goole Thing

Hello Humber gateway, you old dock drab, winking at passing commerce with your ample warehouse acreage, welcoming skirts hitched up the legs of the Ouse and Trent. Under stretched skies, I am a salmon swimming the sixty-two, past rotting coal fired corpses, where orderly pylons queue the lanes, sturdy girls whispering indiscretions; gossip from a…

Caught In Concrete

Caught In Concrete Misplaced upstart sycamore, shooting from damaged concrete; what drives such green confidence, sprung as you are from wayward keys, late buffeted by autumn elements and the caprice of a council leaf blower? Flying against reason, stubbornly mocking the odds and gods with rude and purposed growth, some imperative demanding vigour as if…

Fledge … cover reveal

I am so pleased to share this news with anyone who follows my poetry blog: Maytree Press have today revealed the cover for my collection of poems and I don’t have to keep the secret any longer that we’ve been fortunate enough to incorporate work created by the estimable Suzi Thompson for the front of…

World Premiere … In Boots Like These

We’re all very excited here because in about 30 minutes, Knock and Nash Productions will air Ethan Chapples’ performance of my poem on their YouTube channel (click the picture below …). This will be at 2:00 pm (1:00 pm GMT) and I would be massively grateful if some of you would give it a like,…

Masterclass

The shed was an apex all-woodhome-built construction,erected that furnace of a summerwhen we burnt in the shadeand our feet turned to leather,a backdrop of screaming swiftsswooping like mad dot bansheesin the forget-me-not blue. We stood back and admiredthe woody quality of its sturdiness,overlooked the imperfections;worth the blisters and swearing,seed drawers alphabetically labelled,garden tools hanging in…