Proper Poetry

Playing tennis for the first time in four months and running backwards, I tripped over something, fell on my bum. No doubt funny for some ...

Half an hour up here on the hill is hardly forty days in the desert. Still, the spread and distance of the view and some appreciation of ...

"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.