Proper Poetry

The neighbour's red hot poker plant grew spikes so huge they bowed the stems until they rested on the ground but even then continued ...

I've had my suspicions for quite a while but never had proof enough to be sure. I've tried to ignore it with a smile but it's...

I like to see a silverfish at night on my kitchen worktop. I like the way it sprints in bursts like a blackbird on a lawn but somehow li...

Cremation is a waste of human flesh much better fed to worm or dog or bird. True, ashes fertilise the soil if spread but, potted, nourish...

oh why couldn't you be a coward just stand well clear and call for help let the authorities deal with it it really wasn't your co...

Overwhelmed by the warmth of your welcome, dancing embraced in your arms and lifted by cider and catchy music, I dared to give you a kiss...

Age no love's fool is lest it fret for youth's infatuation yet how reckless naïve passion thrills where age's sad discretion ...