LOST Loose, flailing. The breadcrumbs snatched away, So I fumble blindly in the darkness. I see hands, many hands, But none reach out to help. Instead they dig, Churning up mud, searching for treasures As I drift past. All of us are alone, But only one of us is truly lost. Advertisements


This is a poem I wrote for a competition, which I unexpectedly won last year. The brief was to write something about Doctor Who, and I chose to pay tribute to my first Doctor, the legendary Tom Baker… IV He’s sat there in the tea shop: An unravelled yarn Of brooding eccentricity. A long scarf […]


As some of you may know, I had a poetry anthology published a few years back. This poem, Lilies, features in that collection, and is one of my personal favourites. I have re-edited it, and I thought I’d post it here for you all to see. I like the romance of it, the melancholy but […]

Untouched by the Tide

The last pebble on the beach, Untouched by the tide. Ignored by the gulls, And half-buried in the sand. Invisible to all. Unneeded. No purpose, Just there. Cold. Hard. A small black blip upon a golden sprawl, Void of feeling. .                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     . The waves of life roll on, Refusing to sweep you away with them. * […]