Jenny Phelps,my brother’s girl, a slender whirl of brunette hair and billowy floral dress. He did not treat her well or best, was often absent…
A Collection of Poems by Dick Senior
Jenny Phelps,my brother’s girl, a slender whirl of brunette hair and billowy floral dress. He did not treat her well or best, was often absent…
The General said,” We’ll bomb them dead we’ll bomb them back to the Stone Age. We will bomb I-RAK back to the Stone Age.” And…
One was I who never dreamed How somersaulting love could burn That overnight the world would turn And be no longer what it seemed. …
Apples don’t fall far from trees So said my Gran And she should know She was a Bees A lineage of writers and seers Above…
I would I was yours before you were mine to stride to your life and scatter the foes drawn like crows to your beauty. Sweep…
The boy steps out daily and lowers each judicious foot carefully to vacant stone as though to a clock skull-deep or implacable metronome. His eyes,deserted…
Stepping north away from roaring cliffs oiled feather, gannet dagger and folk numberless as Chesil pebbles we walk into folded valleys of meadowsweet the river…
Janet Freeman our Head Girl at thirteen the loveliest I’d ever seen slender & shapely with shouldered hair neat & crisp as a bank note.…
In her final weeks at Donnington House my mother slept away her visitors fallen into pain & through with it all we waited freighted with…
Copper & silver my Grandfather’s medals ribbons intact these hundred years. On one a relief of George the fifth &on the back a naked man…