Childhood in Concrete


she remembers sitting

outside the church

on concrete steps

lost in conversation

with the others in her head


a strange little girl

obsessed with religious icons

and the stories of martyrs

she often felt faint

overwhelmed with anxiety


she could’ve been abducted

by aliens or those that prey

on little girls on steps

outside of catholic churches

but she wasn’t



Copyright June 2017

Arrested in Thorns

We walk on stilts

Above the malodorous muck

Whilst blackberry bushes

Climb the walls flowering

So bees can make the sweetest of honey

This tingle on my tongue

Tantalises with the taste of times past

Blackberries growing outside the school fence

Flourishing beyond the confines

Underneath the railway bridge

Out of bounds but forbidden fruit

Has always lured us humans into danger

Until the advent of spraying

Today the tentacles rise

Wrap around and draw down

Suffocate us with the stench of adulthood

The same as lurked under that railway bridge

Had we but known it then

Arrested in thorns



Copyright April 2014



Mixed Up Mind

Advent Poems Day Nine



My mind

All the people

I have ever met

Yammering memories

With a neural hammer

Much to their chagrin

My synapses grow

Creating connections

Where none existed before

People who have never met

Now argue

Or fall in love

Babies lecture adults

Moralistic tones

A story unfolds



Back to front

All ganging up

To guide a future path

No wonder that the light

At the end of my tunnel

Leads only to


Copyright December 2013

Forgotten Dreams



I think I miss you

Some days I don’t, of course, but

Every now and then amongst the busyness of day

I still my mind and let it dance about and play

Toy with times gone by

Let it unknot the ties of lies

Which bound us together in the past

Of which we knew would always fray, never last

And yes, I am quite sure I miss you

Though I never let it stop me getting on with my day

For you and all my other dreams are safely locked away


Copyright November 2013