Proper Poetry

"Michael." she called from the gate near the bridge. "Michael." again.  Me ?  Her ? I caught my breath and let go my s...

Perhaps I should have looked away 'averted my gaze' as posh folk say but I wasn't sure of what I was seeing - a bit of Natur...

It doesn't need to have a name; it doesn't matter who it's by; it's what it says that gives it fame and how it says it rat...

We play at racquet sports and bowls and swim and socialise and organise long local walks and Christmas meals and holidays. We pan last ...

A sudden shower of white feathers raining down from the edge of an oak tree.

We stared and stunned each other 'cross the room. I shouldered through the crowd to reach her. I took her hand and kissed it. Then he...

Though not a leper, I know the feeling of a pariah with skin that's peeling. It's because my wrinkles caused disgust when my eye ...