Proper Poetry

Where do they come from? Where were they hiding? After you thought you'd got rid of them all ! You just look down and there they are - t...

We pity them as they doze in line, Death Row in cosy armchairs, waiting in limbo for their turn unknowing or past cares. But when they ...

I like to think myself broadminded so, when at the gym I kept on seeing time after time the same two women, I didn't care that they l...

Until two minutes ago these were the band, the evening's star attraction. Their raucous introduction to the stage permitted no distra...

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...