Poetry

As a bard and a storyteller, it is often better to tell a story in rhyming verse. Many times I have entertained the locals in FirstWorld public houses as the ale flowed and my travelling companions, especially Jhamed, imbibed far too much.

I include some of my poems here.

Morning Rain – written in this dimension about my new home Australia

The Ballad of Gilgamesh – an extract

The Attack of the Wargs – in which the writer is shown to be a craven coward

Going Home – a business traveller’s lament

Haiku and Tanka – Japanese poetry forms

Alternative Nursery Rhymes – just for a laugh

Schooldays – lost and found (depression, fun and unrequited love).

Why? – My very first published work. Published in the Ashbeian (annual magazine of Ashby-de-la Zouch Boy’s Grammar School) in 1972. I think that I must have peaked early in the poetry stakes. What a load of teenage depression! In my defence we were in the middle of the Cold War and expected to be incinerated at any minute.

My Brother – Another schoolboy poem, which my English teacher rated so highly that he said I should become a writer. Forty odd years later, and I am finally trying to follow his advice. This was reconstituted from handwritten scraps of paper found in an old box of photographs. One line was partially missing and I’m not happy with its replacement. I just can’t get into the mindset of my fifteen-year-old self.

June – My first and unrequited love. Found in the same box. Oh, the teenage angst! I still haven’t got over the heart ache.