Proper Poetry

What pleases the eye may not please the mind but both are needed together to start the arc in the rain from the sun behind that fires the...

What is saddest about grief is that it fades, like memories whose colours drain away and sharp lines blur. The once life-threatening wound...

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 ...