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About meMy working career spans the Royal Navy, a spell as a dairyman in the Highlands of Scotland, many years in military survey in the British Army, and a fourth career in Information Technology. I have recently become a budding author. See more...
Category Archives: Poetry
… the unbreakable bond of eternal friendship and love. Before I open my eyes, I see you. I feel you. I slip out of bed, Naked, yet enveloped by you. I slip on my running shorts, My shirt, my socks. … Continue reading
In the last two weeks, I have been for two interviews, both with the same company, in London. I very much hope that I have been successful, as I love their technology and I think that the company culture and … Continue reading
If we were having coffee, I wouldn’t be able to resist telling you how excited I am to have my poem, “Flutter Back” analysed in Alison Chisholm‘s Poetry Workshop in July’s edition of Writing Magazine. Until I attended Swanwick: The … Continue reading
### See more of my poetry on my Titbits page ### Celebrating the Life of Tony Greenfield From Chapeltown to Broomcroft Is a mere ten miles: A decamile, mas o menos. That’s not a long way, But it … Continue reading
Oh, when can you come? To prune these sagging branches. To take away these drooping petals. To remove this browning foliage. Yet to leave these living buds, From which my honeyed bouquet Still exudes, sweetly into the air. Will you hold, till I … Continue reading
This is a poem that I wrote last year and recited during the Poetry Open Mic Evening at the Swanwick Writers’ Summer School 2018. It is about the scattering of my Mum’s ashes. I posted it on my blog, but … Continue reading
For National Poetry Day 2018 Lager? In Praha? No fear! I prefer Czech dark beer.
I had never heard of Kennings before I joined Mello-Elo and her group for Monday Coffee this morning, so please excuse my amateurish first attempt. It is a riddle. When you’ve guessed what it is, please hop across time and … Continue reading
This is a poem that I learnt at school when I was eight. You can imagine my mother’s horror when my little sister, aged six at the time, returned from a friend’s birthday party, and the conversation went something like … Continue reading
Four years after I wrote When Pleasure Blooms, along comes the perfect poetic synopsis. Thank you for Unfurling the Bloom in such a sensitive and sensual manner, Elan Mudrow!