Proper Poetry

Two young women at a weekend disco together but different as chalk and cheese; both mesmerising in their own ways and always a sight to plea...

"  . . . then I look at you . . ." As the feeling starts to die back in the autumn of youth, new shoots spring up to flower as chi...

Daytime comets, sunlit tails, needling fabric, blue sky trails, stratospheric isolation, intent on destination. Lazy buzzard floating high, ...

One rainy day with nothing to do I decided I would brave the walk to the village hall, where there wasn't a queue, for the local Flower ...

They've often passed my house over the years walking together, the man and the woman. Both middle aged, she unexceptional but he is smal...

There's been a miscarriage of justice. Not some-one wrongly convicted but some-one wrongfully punished - not enough for the harm he infl...

Another Friday, rain pouring down; another night in this seaside town immersed in the usual disco pub and overwhelmed by this musical hub. I...