Ghost Sign

This is Ghost Sign, my poem about a beautiful mirror and gilt shop sign that was rediscovered behind paneling in Bath recently. Hidden for nearly 70years, its discovery marks the building’s transition from Fancy Dress shop to a Bar and Restaurant.   Ghost Sign What did you hear, in all those years locked away Boarded and barricaded?…

Streets of Lansdown

  Have you seen the landlord, Who owns a third of Lansdown, Sucking up the rent To fund his year-long cruise? In his eyes you see pound signs, Glinting at the arrears fines, Interest just soaring, Oh how could he lose?   So how can you tell me that my nation’s broke? And say we…

Buying his first school uniform

I hear your little feet pelting out of the fitting room Then there you are: a miniature man. Large as life in pressed white shirt and grey jumper. Eyes as sparkling as your new uniform; Bright with pride and excitement. All the brighter in the absence of your playtime vivid colours. I steel myself as…

In out in out you shake it all about.

I never fully understood the phrase ‘coming out of the woodwork’ until today. Today was marvellous. In my neighbourhood, one of the many hills, or ‘down’s’ of Bath, it was busy. People were active. Out and about, and on a mission. In my own street, where I have lived for 6 years, I saw over…

Magdalene

What do your pale eyes see, lady? Not what is before you surely, but past Or future benedictions. You blessed a man with your salty tears, kissed his weary feet Dutifully, then dried them with your red tresses. Red, for rebelliousness Mary, as your moniker proclaims. To me, you were a victim of calumny.  Your…

Chance meeting

The banner of the Alzheimer’s Society is a Forget Me Not flower. Beautiful, tender and unassuming, and probaly frequently swept aside in frenzied weeding.  It is a tiny flower, forged from powder blue petals, white stars at the epicentre and a core of vibrant yellow. The sage green petals protect the fragile bloom as you…