This is a small sample of my poetry work.
The Black Dog
He came again today
I could hear him
He creeps in like a cloud of funk
He hangs as a bad smell
I know that smell too well
It clings to everything
The damp mist that holds me
He lies upon me
I am pinned in place
As comatose in misery
Obsequious to my darkness
Ever at my heels
Should I laugh and turn
I’ll see his shadow
Upon my back
He’s back today
The Boys
I watched the hunter
Upon the plain
In pursuit
Of his ceaseless quarry
A final manoeuvre broke all resistance
I saw a teddy bear
Who greeted me on the stairs
I spoke to the confidant
Deaf to what he shouldn’t know
And listening ceaselessly
I caught sight of the juvenile
Scampering at some latest game
Until he saw me
I sat with a friend
With nothing in particular to do
But all day to do it in with me
I met two young gentlemen
I would not be complete without
He Went in His Sleep
A sun-lit morning with the crowd
At every turn
And a thousand sounds of
Joy filling air turning gentle
The wind caressing as
The first days in the
Throws of romance
And the world stops
A phonecall
“Where are you?
You might want to sit down.”
It wasn’t unexpected
But in that moment
Lay a thousand regrets
It was cold comfort
On a warm morning
To know that he didn’t
Know what I knew then
He was gone