Winter Wanderland*

Winter is here and the leaves are all gone. Folks looking palid and trying to keep warm, Sorting their socks, their woolies and thermals Trying to resist becoming nocturnal, Toying with tweaking the thermostat And settling down all day with the cat; Trying to keep the dog indoors Glad to avoid the muddy floors; Hot […]

Home Comfort*

Do you remember the Good Old Days? The shared simplicity of outdoor play, Of meeting your mates to ride your bikes Of skipping and hopscotch and diamond kites? Of reading and writing and learning to spell, Of nans and grandads with stories to tell Of playing out with kids down the street, Of being polite […]

Fathers’ Day*

My dad was a remarkable man who lived below the radar, Keen not to court attention lest people thought him bizarre, Judging, as is folks’s wont, his countenance and not his grace: The colour of his skin, not the man behind the face. He told us stories when we asked about the life he’d led […]

City Spectres*

In the bleak midwinter, As we wrap ourselves up warm And whack up the heating Averting hypothermal harm, Is there space for a moment’s thought For those checked in at the Last Resort Who spend their nights in renegade places, Tucked in a shop front averting their faces? A few possessions placed out of range, […]

…Spare Change?*

Have you seen the old men, Or the younger ones at that, Scattered on the pavements And quietly sat With dogs by their sides, And ‘spare change’ in a hat? There’s women, too, Far fewer in number, And increasing here,¹ Though relative newcomers, Leading me, as one of their kind To wonder what ensues to […]

Wild is the Wind

Wild is the wind As the day begins With the scattering of the wheelie bins… Blown to the left and skewed to the right Though, mercifully, most still morally upright, Chattering urgently as lids rise and fall Though, thankfully, most still standing tall. There’ll be a few folk locally Who’ll no doubt be viewing regrettably […]

The Ghosts of Christmas-Not-Far-Off

There’s frequent conjecture On the urban spectre Of the city’s rough sleepers, Ever-present Loose-Change Reapers, Sitting on pavements passing the time While the rest of the populous goes rushing by Getting themselves into quite a palaver, With sooo much shopping always to gather. It’s Christmas, soon, let’s not forget(!), Seasoned consumers starting to fret, Ploughing […]