Rafts in the Flood

The lords of misrule and destruction continue rampant this year. They were rampant last year, too. But today in this post I can speak of two tiny events which will bring pleasure, for me at least, and will act as small but seaworthy rafts in the flood.

One concerns the 20th anniversary this year… Continue reading Rafts in the Flood

The History of the United Kingdom

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Are You Sitting Comfortably ?

The history of the United Kingdom (whose every seam is under terrible stretch and strain just now) continues so fast, so scattered, so hurt, so incoherent, so unguided and ill-advised, that it is hard… Continue reading The History of the United Kingdom

The False God called Me ‘n Mine

Lament at UK Election time 2017

 

I cannot just argue or disagree

when my own country decides

to throw itself into the sea.

 

If Britain is an oak centuries old,

then I am a leaf somewhere to one side,

barely visible and increasingly wrinkled.

 

But the great tree’s nature… Continue reading Lament at UK Election time 2017

The Flotsam of Frantic Dreams

 

We don’t know any more

where our lives belong

or even where to hide.

The walls of home

hold nothing up

or out

and the door hangs slack

on the hinge.

 

Where have our lives gone ?

 

I consult the… Continue reading The Flotsam of Frantic Dreams

That Child Alone in the Tower and Out on the Golf Course

That Child Alone 2

High Noon this Easter

Let’s recall the film “High Noon,” that great Western. The outlaw and his hoodlum cronies are riding into town. They want revenge on the sheriff, the keeper of the law. The sheriff scours the town looking for support, a posse of townspeople who will help him defend their community from the outlaws. The townspeople know… Continue reading High Noon this Easter

The Rule of the Rough Beast

A Rough Beast

 

The “Rough Beast” is a phrase from “The Second Coming” by YB Yeats. Written in 1919, it is a poem that becomes more topical with each passing day.

The last three lines of the poem above are a deliberate reference… Continue reading The Rule of the Rough Beast

Rome Burning

I run a charity called “Hyphen-21”. The charity holds and manages funding for a project which publishes bilingual poem-posters. Since the Spring of 2017, this project has been called “Poems for …the wall” (before that it was called “Poems for…). Since it first began in 1997, “Poems for…the wall” has been funded by the UK… Continue reading Rome Burning

BALLAD OF REFUGE by David Punter

I come in fear. The wheels, the stuttering engine,

By road or wave; the endless killing payments.

Bit by bit, my mind returns to rubble.

 

You come in fear. The hunched back, failed bravado,

They make me squirm. You have no place here, brother;

Get back, for you… Continue reading BALLAD OF REFUGE by David Punter

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