Remiss – miss me?

I feel guilty – I have been more attentive to my Moon blog than to this one. I’ve had plans! An essay/review on sonnet sequences in the work of Eleanor Brown and Patience Agabi, for example. That’s a particularly good figment of my imagination. I have been reading rather a lot of poetry…


Or I could tell you about the agony and the ecstasy of the everyday poet? For example – I recently had a poem shortlisted for the York Literature Festival. In the last 50 of over 900. But didn’t win. I had poems rejected by Alliterati and Butcher’s Dog magazines, but had ones accepted by Streetcake and When Women Waken

I’m writing poems about the WW1 bombardment of Hartlepool – they’re pretty nifty, but I can’t share until the end of the year when they get published in an anthology. And I’m writing poems in response to the Bloodaxe Archive, but they’re all pants so far, so I’m not gonna show you.

OK, how about this little smidge, written in response to a prompt from the fabulous 52 project, on the subject of ‘praise’.

Praise After Bad Times

No balance to the meal

without a pinch of bitter.

The hunkered marriage-bulb knows

to bide the blink of winter.

Kisses re-risen, purple mouths

open gold tongues.

The patiently espoused

Worth our weight in saffron. 


So here’s the thing – when I’m stuck on a poem it stresses me. If I give it a rest, I stress about not writing. Then my head explodes, I get a cold and my eczema burns my entire body to a Frazzle (the bacon-flavoured corn snack we all love and miss). However, I just found Verbatim Found Poetry blogspot, and now in just a scant half hour I have ‘written’ and submitted three poems, and can relax…

Here’s what treasures lie nestled within any self-respecting pretentious, superficial style magazine’s pages…

Wardrobe Mistress

My mother is ninety and likes

To wear a nice dress.

But she is tiny.


Size ten, and only five feet tall, she likes

Colour, nothing too clingy.

And needs a collar.


She would also like some nonslip

Ankle boots that are

Size four and a half.


Please help.


Nobody seems to cater for

Small, slim people of a certain age

Who are not terrifically flexible.


Do not want low necklines.

Do not like black and beige.


The Problem With Red

How do you wear yours?

I’m talking about red.

On a dress?


On a coat?


Any other way?


Than on your lips?

Maybe not.


I don’t know many women

Who wear red.

Despite Valentino’s best

And beautiful intentions as a blonde,

I’ve always found it brassy.

It’ s a colour that says


When you don’t always want



I’m getting my head around red.

By wearing it with things

I do like.

Silver shoes,

A berry knit,



I’d enjoy on any day of the week.


Invisibility Cloak

Beau Brummell said

If people turn to look at you on the street,

You are not well-dressed.


And that’s my philosophy too.


We live in a postmodern,

A dangerous world.


As William Burroughs noted

The secret of invisibility

Is seeing another before he sees you.