Journey of Words

Category: Poetry

  • At Manningtree

    On the train To the big city It always stops at Manningtree . One of these days I must stop off To spend time taking a little look-see . I’d like to stroll along the ancient quay Sat on the bank of Suffolk’s Stour Estuary . n.b. Possible the smallest town in England. It was →

  • “Football? I don’t get it”

    Our talk turned to football As it would sat at “The Cricketers” In Small Heath on the hill On a February afternoon Carrying snow in the air Close to frost on the ground “I follow The Blues. Ever since my father took me along. I was twelve then, in 1954 But I like football generally →

  • On Football Car Parking

    Do you want your car looking after, sir? During the match, sir? Only half a crown, sir? Not to bother, son. I’ve a dog. See? Ah yeah! That’s a great big dog, sir Fierce too, I bet. His name’s Vicious, if you need a clue Yep, he looks like a smart dog Tell me, sir →

  • Origami

    The white sheet fluttered down at the very edge of my vision I saw it fold neatly in the cross wind and drop into the long, frosted grass of the field bank In that moment, caught in my passing headlight To all intents and purposes It had the appearance of a barn owl Falling on →

  • Crying

    I was talking to someone else About something else When I found myself Unable to speak Found myself In tears Again . CLP 10/02/2020 →

  • Revealing

    In 1787 eleven ships Set sail from Spithead To New South Wales On board people Sentenced to Penal Servitude For their crimes ” – the birth of modern Australia” It’s only half the story . In 1987 was there a pause, your Majesty To consider the impending fate Of those indigenous people Who did not →

  • On the Weekend (XII)

    And that’s it over Moon climbs majestically Announces “Bedtime” . n.b. The storm clouds blown away leave the sky for a full Moon, too bright to photograph. I apologise for the poor quality of the picture. I only went out for the Sports Mail today. I must get out tomorrow. . CLP 09/02/2020 →

  • On the Weekend (XI)

    Going stir crazy Weathering wild tempest Time for a bored game? . CLP 09/02/2020 →

  • On the Weekend (X)

    We are all at sea Clouds ploughing over our heads Wind blown, rain scoured . n.b. Storm Ciara turns the island into a vast ship pushing into the teeth of an Atlantic gale. Invigorating. CLP 09/02/2020 →

  • On the Weekend (IX)

    Wet Sunday Morning Porridge, tea and toast, Sports Mail Time for studying . n.b. I was very lucky as a child to be sent the Sports Mail each week by my grandfather (Grampy). At a young age and living a distance from Fratton Park this regular diet of football news, results and statistics sustained and →