Biography
Retired academic. I have quite a lot of publications - All technical, none of them poetic! Past editor of two journals - one international. I try to write what I think of as poetry, mostly intended to be humorous. I have organised and performed two public poetry events to raise money for charity. Joined WoL as an extra retirement interest.
Samples
Just valeted Neglected to speak Of motion sickness In her quickness to ride in the van No problem, Gloria, you can get the lift that you seek. I’ll come round to yours; the start of next week. - Sic transit gloria mundi. Fantastic bedclothes Before the time of duvets we explored the realms of kings To visit elves and fairies under canopies of green We journeyed through rough woollen lands And slipped past scary things Long lost trails we travelled in strangely patterned pleats And darkly folds of blankets where lurked the wicked witch We marvelled at the unicorn in silent secret glade And sailed upon the billows beneath the bluest sheets And we were lost in forests where no one came before Dodging grasping branches and sharply scratching briar To greet the friendly fairies of imagined magic scenes In lands that lived a moment but now exist no more Tackling mondegreens The shop was poorly manned as I angled for a net It’s her day off, the boss advised; expressing his regret What about baits then? Swiftly, I enquired Oh, he left us several weeks ago, he’s actually retired Requesting for a sporty rod, the fellow shook his head There’s only me available, can I help you instead? I’m afraid thou wilt not do, I’m not at ease with thee, T’is thy Rod and thy staff that serve to comfort me. The house of magic Alone the house of magic waits To all intents an ordinary construction Its enchanted character merely glimpsed through a spectrum of tended living hues But step beyond its profusion of enticements Across the threshold, underneath the purples and the pinks And the unsuspecting visitor is enveloped in the spell And here the images and icons work their magic Upon the familiar and changing clientele Where the watcher is captured in the rapture of comfort and intrigue And here the clichés and concerns echo down the decades And mingle with present issues and desires Exchanges past, recorded in the walls, bend their binding spell And here the enchantment is complete Each visitor made special and welcome The product of the house a catalyst for the magic of the pub
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