Archive for british poetry

The Accordian Effect

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on March 4, 2018 by dc

They thought they knew him
And then he seeped into rivers,

Shivered haikus
Under lullaby rain,

Uttered forecasts
From wild tidal seas

And quivered

The zeitgeist pipe dream,
The gadabout sage.

He came back
Some months later,

Outlined simplicity
And kissed all the babies,

Praised God
In third person

And created
A slideshow.

He sat on the couch
Like a brother

And sang someone else’s
Words in slow motion.

He drank luke warm tea
And praised meditation.

He was into mountaineering
And chess.

He bent the truth
Until it fit in his ruck sack

And moved round the town
Like a King,

Step by step,
Freshly threatened,

And rattling.



Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on February 17, 2018 by dc

In the suburbs of disaster
Where the tools sit new and untouched,

I spent winters running from answers,
I went looking for questions unloved.

I found fresh regret lost in a car park,
An old cigar only half smoked,

Weird whistles and mumbling strangers
Conjuring new ways to choke.

Captains One Minute

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on February 16, 2018 by dc

They look for light on the moors,
Their dialogue is spent,

Puzzled pieces grouping,
The wind a looping moan

Tumbling through charcoal,
Breathing wintery shadows,

All seems lost and uneasy,
Ice whispers and frost,

Guessing through darkness,
Thoughts and landscape all riddled,

Nothing hills and reservoirs,
Snaking tracks and scattered birds,

The hum of pylons all consistent
As the nightmares start to stir.


Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on February 9, 2018 by dc

See the
Adulating smiles
He has drawn on
All these strangers,

Poking fingers
In their dreams
Like a child
In summer’s paws,

He is golden,
He is chosen,
He is never
One of yours.

We Signed Naive

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on February 4, 2018 by dc

From the petri dish
To the river
And from the puddles
To the plate,

We’ve been dancing
Around like sinners,
Teasing wicked,
Twisted fates.

From the chimney stacks
To the ocean
And from our footprints
To the sky,

We’ve been rubberstamping
Inking some
Old stranger’s lies,


Cloudy Water

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on January 21, 2018 by dc

Thoughts fragment
And then waywardly wander

Before returning together
To whisper displeasure;

Stray cats hunt squirrels,
Startled babies screech,

Barking dogs echo
And howl out wild rumours,

A distant street argument
Growls down chimneys

And the weekend litter rustles
Its dance between dramas;

Give the cold tap five seconds
Before you fill up your glasses.

One Last Battle

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on January 19, 2018 by dc

A broken watch
Loose on the wrist
Of a dead thief
In the street,

The clasp pulls
on a taught,
Resilient arm hair
In one last battle

As the cracked glass
Sings it’s fractured song
For the final sun
Of summer.