limping iambics

  The Pilgrim in him stirred at dawn, rose from the sobbing hollow of the night and crept from where his wanting wife lay dreaming, sl...

Good morning, sir, and who are we today? I see another coat that doesn’t fit, A different hat – so many different hats! No tie, of c...

Le soleil n'y était pour rien. Lui, il brillait sans réfléchir et nous, ce jour-là, mal lunés, si peu enclins à compa...

Let’s sail through the night on a moonstruck barge, Taste dawn on the deck as the stars submerge, Embrace in the lap of a sunlit ...

Remember that single flower you picked? Gathered in stealth and trespass, Far, so far in that arid land And I, a whisper on the wind. How co...

She sat facing backwards on the train to Crewe, watching herself shrinking in the distance while familiar landscapes flickered past the wind...

There is a moment in our day – which hitherto had teemed with dimpled laughter; tumbled, nudged and winked its way across the sunlit birdson...