The Retreat
The Retreat
He sits in the same chair
with his drab voice and dead eyes.
Cobwebs grow on him.
He’s there in the morning
when I bring him breakfast.
He’s there in the evening
when I bring him dinner.
......
...................................
A young man walked along a sea front
his hair had colour, his face taut
forearms smoothed brown by the su...
Wednesday 15th March 2023 2:45 pm
Lost Boy
Lost Boy
A Tesco butty, a can of coke
a sleeping bag neatly spread
against a concrete wall
a book.
This is where we met
beneath the A34.
Now, a black book
and a neat burnt shadow
that made me think
of Hiroshima.
My neighbour said.
'I were guarding my family innit.'
Tuesday 14th March 2023 12:44 pm
Last Walk
Lizards scatter with small stones
as he trips up the mountain road,
kalderimes are too bumpy now.
He's been here before
a thousand feet above nut town
where crumbling churches
send peels of God down
to the sea.
He's been here before.
'Are there cicadas?.... I don't hear them.'
Higher...
White scree falls recall…
sodden sum...
Sunday 12th March 2023 9:30 pm
Stockport - September
flowers on the lawn
they came
placed flowers on the lawn
on the small patch of grass
at the front of her house
she always had flowers
everywhere
so they placed the flowers on the lawn
just as I’d asked them to
dead flowers
because they’d been cut
arranged in different ways
bouquets shapes letters
dead flow...
Friday 17th February 2023 10:47 am
Bubka
Bubka
There must be a lyric for this.
Something already written, or sung
about this place, at this time
on a calm October day.
Or is this just for me?
This empty sea and unsullied sand
is it, just for me?
Over there, beneath ship shaped clouds
that cruise across the sky,
Koroni gloats in a lagoon of sun.
Between us, a mast without a sail
poles across the b...
Tuesday 11th July 2017 3:14 pm
Bricked In
I imagine the rough rasp of brick
on my skin.
No, I feel the rough rasp of brick
on my skin.
Bricked in.
It depends on which way the wind
is blowing.
Because there are gaps that let in
the light.
And they let in wind too
sometimes.
I crook my neck to the light that seeps
through gaps.
The Layer allows there to be air holes..
Light holes.
When the light is bright i search for
...
Wednesday 11th November 2015 9:16 pm
Salford Persephone
Your birthday always brings me back to flowers.
Last month snowdrops nudged off soil caps
and turned their faces to the light.
Now, heads bowed, they contemplate return.
In their place a flourish of lilac, purple and white
adorn forest floors, signals to the end of night.
Today, ubiquitous green stemmed clumps
rise by roadsides and parkland paths.
Straining to bir...
Wednesday 5th March 2014 7:13 pm
Valentine 2014 (number 25)
January has gone, thank fuck.
Now this sorry month, is bereft of cold too.
All we have is a sister's unwanted birthday
and this day, set aside for love.
I accept there's something about snow,
be it a softening that makes worlds new,
or an awakening that kindles something in you.
An ancestral memory of a Nordic flow, maybe.
So I hope that between now and ...
Tuesday 11th February 2014 6:06 pm
Compaction
Blurred years roll in and out of mind.
Old stones thrown to ripple stilled lakes
show, how supple experience can be.
Pleats in the cloth were absurdities.
Revealed, in retrospect, as feet
firming the sand of our foundation.
Now we stand on stone, solid
as Stockport’s viaduct on hay.
The river flows below us, as we watch
guttering lanterns float away,
and trains cross to othe...
Sunday 22nd December 2013 7:41 pm
Simon Armitage Lives In Stockport
A busker grinds out
‘Fool for your love no more’
with a voice that sounds
like boots on gravel.
While I sit on a bench
and unravel
you in my lap.
Twat.
You write what
I should have years ago.
That one about the snow
somewhere near Werneth Low.
Well I saw that first,
probably before your birth.
You mention Heaton Mersey
I remembe...
Sunday 17th November 2013 11:34 am
RNCM Canteen
Friday 27th September 2013 7:27 pm
Pub Singer
Thursday 19th September 2013 8:08 pm
Cliff
I weep.
Sunday 1st September 2013 8:14 pm
Jules
Saturday 2nd March 2013 8:16 pm
Past Midnight
-
in a wood in the dark
by the pass not a sound
but the cars and the shift
of the leaves at my feet.
and I write in the dark
and I walk in the dark
and I piss in the dark,
and I stand in the rise of my steam.
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Saturday 9th February 2013 2:56 pm
Memory Garden
Past time is imprisoned by exposure
to old Kodak colour.
African Marigolds, Antirrhynum
seeping yellow and red,
horizontals on the geometrics
of a manicured lawn.
Straight back round in regimented colour
by ninety degrees,
hugging the military cut, grass square,
beneath a naked bulb.
I remember the sun.
I remember. the sun.
...Friday 8th February 2013 2:33 pm
Meg Green's Freight
Meg Green’s bed trembles with the weight of passing freight.
From her window sweet chestnut trees rise above the embankment.
Fish-slice leaves, gloss green preen themselves in summer,
concealing from sight the muffled passage of trains.
In winter, when trees leave their detritus
on her neat cut council lawn, she can see;
from the edge of her bed in the ...
Friday 8th February 2013 10:30 am
Thare Is Na Time That Wull Nae Come Again
Thare Is Na Time That Wull Nae Come Again
‘
The eternal hourglass of existence is turned upside down again and again, and you with it,
speck of dust’. Nietzsche’s demon.( The Gay Science 341)
Thare is na time that wull nae come again
Th' stoor o' ages weightless winds huv spread
Howfur git back 'ere ah cannae ken
Oor bairn’s a mon tae quickly...
Friday 8th February 2013 10:06 am
Burdens
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Winter Heart
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