An Elegy to Sheffield for 2016
Unfortunately a hangover that hits those who cannot drink it the hardest.
The October Blood – Part Two
The true new beginning is to live stripped,
willing
and wilful at
the starving edge
of brightening days, where solstice endured
yields to winter birthing spring.
The October Blood – Part One
These wisps of disconsolation
are a fleeting eulogy to falling,
a carol to the withering season.
The Song of a Motherless Son
I curled my hand around its grace;
it touched my soul like a mother’s face.
Last Rites
Then when the stars
tumble from the sky
at the end, our shining
will illuminate scars on
love’s invincible face.
A Poetic Manifesto
I will speak out about my city in my ready northern tongue and make a simple solid vow to tell your stories with the honesty I got from you.
This is All the Life You Have
Believe in the bird’s song,
and the way the sun rises, slowly,
the steady beat of your pulse,
at that pace you can love it all.