Following the publication of In Small Measure (May 2011 – see Open Poetry at www.openpoetry.org.uk), this site has changed. Rather than a broad selection of sonnets and other poems, one of 8 poems will be randomly selected for display each time this page is loaded. Over time, the stock of 8 poems used in this selection will also be changed.
Much of my poetry is intended for oral delivery and acting, as well as for reading and some video performances are available by clicking on the links in the right-hand column.
After the Play (Peter Quince Remembers)Unforgettable — our fifteen minutes
of fame. Although I would not want to see
those days come back — not them. It was as if
the rhythm of our lives had somehow
skipped a beat and we were made to dance
to someone else's tune. You don't believe?
That's your bad luck. Unsettling things they are,
that mar more than they mend, God save us all.
We were not called again, but then so what?
We just went back to what we did before —
that's life. It might have changed, but it did not.
It's what it is and only fools want more.
The magic died afore we realised,
and yet — for one brief moment — we were prized.