Wednesday, 14 November 2018


The Fishermen
The wall ran all along one side of the bay,
steps up from the port at one end,
down to the beach at the other.
I climbed up the steps
and looked over.
So many fish.
Huge fish.
Swirling silver moons in a day blue sky.
A net would have scooped them up
and broken with the weight.
The fishermen were there with their rods set up,
like the fish almost touching,
so many and so close,
making
parallel black lines against the sky
like a blue print for lunch provision.
I walked down the steps to the beach.
Few people were there so early.
Morning was the fisherman’s time
of day,
not the sunbather’s.
I went back along the wall
when the fishermen were packing up,
heading home for lunch.
Carrying their fish,
I thought.
But no,
it was a delusion
to imagine
they would eat fish for dinner.
Not those fish, anyway.
All were returned to the sea.
Such is the sport of the fisherman.

Tuesday, 13 November 2018





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Monday, 12 November 2018

Only Dream Harder

If you dream hard enough
you’ll find castles in the air,
or build them.
If you dream hard enough
you’ll find secret cities
under the waves
ruled over by a fishy king
with his beady eye on you
as you walk on by.
If you dream hard enough
you’ll find unicorns
and ride them across the desert
to discover lost oases hidden there
amongst ancient cities
once in ruins
now recast
in shimmering perfection
by harsh sunlight.
If you dreamer harder
you’ll rise above the waves of sand
which threaten to engulf you,
float in the sunlight
instead of being buried
head first.
It’s all possible
if you only dream harder.



Sunday, 11 November 2018

Never Again

Never again
the holocaust
of Jews, of dissenters,
of the mixed or mismatched
ethnicity.
Gassed
starved
beaten
enslaved
dying.
Never again
the swarms
of refugees
left behind
fleeing
dying
pleading
to be let in anywhere
dying
unwanted.
Never again.
That’s what they said
then.

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Friday, 9 November 2018





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Thursday, 8 November 2018





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