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…

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…

The Blue Nib

Three poems for your consideration over at The Blue Nib today … Caught In Concrete, Masterclass and One Step Beyond. I hope you like them 🙂