In The Poetry

‘Villanelle for the Middle of the Way’. This poem was written in the strict form where you have two rhyming lines and a third between them, which are repeated all the way through the poem with other rhymes added to them and in attempting to write a villanelle, I always thought of T S Eliot [...]

For John Clare

Kind of empty in the way it sees everything, the earth gets to its feet and
salutes the sky. More of a success at it this time than most others it is. The
feeling that the sky might be in the back of someone’s mind. Then there is
no telling how many there are. They grace [...]

Paralysis

Laid out flat
in the back of the station wagon my father borrowed
I look up:
the leaves are immense,
green and golden with clear summer light
breaking through –
though I turn only my neck
I can see all of them
along this avenue that has no limits.

What does it matter
that I am only eyes
if I am to be carried
so lightly
under the [...]