Poem: Brixton

Street stalls stand tall, As the merchants make convo with strangers. Fresh flowers flush the air, Their sweet notes still linger.   Food – of all shapes and sizes, A feast for my very eyes. Offering food for thought as to what Else comes from such places of mystery and surprise.   The faces are…

Poem – My Red Mustang

Counting the pennies, I just helped rescue from the jar. It won’t be too long, Till they’re exchanged for a car.   A red shiny mustang, With matching interior. With a waxwork shine so dazzling. Making all other dull cars look inferior.   Counting the pennies in the jar. I won’t have to count for…

Poem: A December Day

December Day The air is crisp, cold and clean. My breath sparkles in its grasp like fairydust. I feel like a fairytale’s dragon.   The darkness cloaks the clouds, Choking out any lasting glimmers of light, As the sun sets low in the Winter sky.   The trees look fragile. Their vulnerability exposed, By the…

Poem: Winter

Crimson embers of fire crackle, Beneath the pale moon light. The stars they twinkle like tiny freckles, Upon the face of the night.   The sun awakens, from its slumbers, Naked vegetation shivers with delight. For they are scarce, they’re few in number, Desperate for the light.   The season sets a spell of slumber,…

Poem: A Job Is A Job

Knees buckled beneath me. Feet gnarled, toes curled. The whole world’s up against me. Yet still I spin, I twirl.   Counting pennies until it defeats me. I’m sedated by my lost dreams. It seems the past always repeats me, A path of unraveling seams.   Whispered regrets always greet me. My childhood career was…

Poem: Christmas Food

Food. So bad, yet so good. So many colours, so many textures. So many food poisonings taken for the pleasure.   You gave me gout last Christmas Eve, But I don’t hold it against you, you see, For I know our relationship is solid. Once the doctor unclogs my arteries.   This Christmas things will…

Poem: A Day As Grey As Today

Have you ever experienced a day, As grey as the grey day today? You know the kind, That makes you less kind. The kind you wished would just go away?   I’ve certainly experienced a day, As grey as the grey day today It made me feel kind, To the man who reminded, Me to…

The Inferior Female

Stature slender, Pitch higher. A non-male gender, So he must be higher.   Physically inferior, Sit still and look pretty. Don’t question the superior, You’ll only look silly.   Beauty over brains. Man over beauty. I’m not a feminist, But a minority of men give me reason I should be.   Are you threatened by…

Poem – What’s In A Tattoo?

The needle pierces my body, But I feel no pain.   Black Ink drowns my pores, Euphoria begins.   I am in paradise, I am transformed.   My skin marked before my eyes, An external expression of an inner form.   This is the poem I wrote for my first ever podcast published on my blog!…

Audio: What’s In A Tattoo?

What’s In A Tattoo?   Do you have  tattoo? If yes/no, why? Are they works of art, or, blights to our sight? For some they are sentimental expressions of inner emotions, for others, regrets on a drunken night out which they can’t live down. When I see someone with a tattoo I think to myself…

Poem: 5th November 1605

The dank presence of gunpowder fills their lungs. Settling smoke distorts their view. 5th November 1605 – a night like any other. If only this were really  true.   Traders to country, traitors to crown. The Gunpowder Plot, Dismembered, put down.   Destructive paths each had chosen, Treasonous, treacherous. Yet failed to make any  explosion….

Poem: Cold

It’s cold outside, My windows – opaque. Toes –  curled up tight. Hands – beginning to shake.   Amber embers of fire flicker, I begin to rock. My breath in the air grows thicker, There’s a hole in my sock.   The fat black cat returns back, She always let’s in the cold. I bolt…

Poem: Halloween

Halloween Didn’t you hear the scream? It’s half past 9 or is it 9.15? I need to wake up from this nightmarish dream.   Plump pumpkin’s are carved, Their flesh scooped from their core. Night has fallen upon us, Yet it’s only half past 4.   A tar-like black shrouds the moon in mystery. Is…

Poem – Money

Money, It slips through my fingers, Like slithers of bottle-green seaweed submitting to gravity.   I chase it every day, But yet I still feel drowned at its mercy. I am submerged. Will anyone take mercy?   Celebrities live a life of luxury, Yet still, some show signs of misery. If more money is all…

Poem – Shy

I’m Shy. Is that ok? I know I should meet your eyes more than sometimes. But I don’t. Should I be ashamed?   I get nervous when around strangers. Find I become a stranger in myself. I feel paranoid of the dangers, That lurk just behind the shelf.   I’m angry for being this way….

Poem – The Fall of Autumn

Death never looked so beautiful, Leaf litter burnt orange in the fading Autumn sun, Crunches beneath my feet as the day carries on.   The air is colder, Green is no longer seen. The days are shorter, A Midsummer Night is merely but a dream.   Ochre, pumpkin,  chestnut and crimson. All show their true…

Shakespeare’s The Twelfth Night – The Young Vic

“Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.”  ― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night To say the adaptation of Shakespeare’s comedic theatrical tale was ‘great’ would be an absolute understatement. I must say, when I first realised that the play was completely dialogued in Shakespearean language I…

Insecure

Insecure I get insecure. Sometimes. I don’t know how to look you in the eye. Days go by where I just want to lie in my bed and hide. Tell me, Are we all just suffering inside?   Please let me know I’m not alone in my struggles. I get nervous, I get anxious. But…

Poem: A Human

A Human A subatomic bunch of laughter and woes, From our nose down to our toes, We either grimace or glow. Why are we here on this planet of blue sea and earth? Does it own us? Or do we own the world? Brief is the time we get to embrace it. You blink your…

Poem – Lost

Lost I feel lost sometimes. Like I don’t fit in. And yet I don’t want to stand out. I just bear and  grin. A broken doll. Is an appearance I feel from within.   But I shouldn’t always play the victim, life is kind to me at times. I only wish I wasn’t just as…