Field-Weary
At root level Grass sucks the sun green Through its stem The ram-Bull rises Blown into shape Out of…
After the Dance
For Margaret McMahon He will come when the grasses have given up their lights and hogweeds darken against the…
Winter and Summer
I Obeying some fond horrible summons, as of the dead springing under the ice, I pour a kettleful each…
Professor Heger’s Daughter
The first came in July when the canopy of leaves cooled the garden in the afternoon, she laid the…
More Ladbroke Square Poems
I That old tree on the south side of the square is down. In the undergrowth between the path and…
Rabbit Holes
Rabbit-holes that would trip you up In one faltered outpour of breath Wait for me in the woods. Kits…
Night Ride Home
I don’t know where the fox was going when it started to trot beside my bike, but we shared…
Cleft in Ullswater
Lacustrine love is A merging – two feelings: Sweet catching of a hundred waters Plash of the blue and…
At Middle Life
(after Friedrich Hölderlin) In the lake the land hangs thick with yellow pears and wild roses. Blessed swans, you…
Translated
‘The more languages you speak, the more people you are.’ – Eastern European proverb It’s true. You start as…
Corn Dolly
He cut her out of the last corn standing and our dry throats called across the stubble, called her…
The Rhyme of the Reddleman’s Daughter
Part I Wine berry, ta diddle, wagtail, den, he counted as he walked; to the spring of St Catherine…
Concrete Overcoat
I was told Ronnie and Reggie used to start from the feet and work their way up, bulges rising…
Ustad Saaznawaz *Free
for Abir Bashir Bazaz As he weaves the ghazal the earth turns into water, gods dissolve in his tongue…
Reading Lessons in the Brilliant Sunshine
As the cantabile lyrics,of eternal prophets lull the moon’s breath from the tide, And your eyes soak up calligraphic…
Early Arrival
She came a mite early by the calendar, fuelling gossip and glee in spiteful eyes, an autumn surprise for…
Moment at Maubeuge
It is 1914. Maurice Baring writes of a tremendous moment at Maubeuge, seeing the arriving British troops come swinging…
Reece Mews: Conversation Piece
Don’t worry. I’ll send the bill to Miss Beeston. She quite likes you, which is unusual, as she only…
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