Author Archives: bill

A speck of light upon a leaf And gold the shafts that pierce the apple tree, A lady bird explores in high relief The solace and the wonder here for me. Those dangers to be met upon the way For … Continue reading →

Take a good look at the World as you enter Fear not emotions but check with the brain, Never stray so far from the centre That you can’t get back again. Whatever you may think of yourself The World will … Continue reading →

The unsung songs that hover on the edge of thought Falter and then are lost in tumultuous seas As we leave the comforting harbour of our youth And with it recordings of a memory’s unease. All conditions working through each … Continue reading →

That’s where my range is pitched As on a radio band; Tell me what lies outside And I’ll not understand. In all things absolute In what I think I know, As age adjusts the span So change the things on … Continue reading →

Do you agree with me That things are not what they seem to be? Do ants Have temperaments? Do moles Have souls? Can other creatures pray? If we can, why not they? We see points of view Through the one … Continue reading →

My generation was brought up in a land Where the growing influence of the States Came crowding into a static strand With Hollywood battering at the gates. Those institutionalised, sombre days Devised by the English ruling classes Had started to … Continue reading →

1 Alambra fills an aching void With peace, calm and serenity, A relic left still undestroyed For saving mans’ humanity. There is a sign above a door That passers-by do not perceive, Only the lonely look before And note to … Continue reading →

Here together In safe keeping With the wide world Softly sleeping. Head on shoulder Engine purring Nature’s ardour Barely breathing. In the twilight Of the evening Lights on hedgerows Weirdly weaving. The moon goes in Shadows darken, Across the plain … Continue reading →

My liver does not do its best I’m sitting in a dirty vest A week of stubble on my chin Waiting to let the bailiffs in. No loser I before this time When life became a pantomime, Before, I’d win … Continue reading →

He’s had his food, his mother says, And here’s his bottle, in case he wants a drink; Are you sure you’ll be alright? We say yes, but what does the baby think? You watch your charge, half expecting him to … Continue reading →