Poem #13 from A Shropshire Grad. Exploring the joys of May, as well as the anxiety that occurs as my favourite month of the year comes to an end.
Poem #12 from the illustrated playlist ‘A Shropshire Grad’. I wrote this poem at the beginning of lockdown and it began a journey into the poetry world that’s seen me learn and discover so much. Channelling my thoughts into poetry has been the only real highlight of the year and I would like to thank everyone who supported me in pursuing this creative venture. I hope 2021 is a better year for us all.
Composed in a river bank meadow during Spring Bank Holiday Monday.
A cento poem taking lines from the classic works of five men and five women.
In the absence of the London Marathon, I wrote a poem about enduring the UK lockdown.
A poem on three sounds I hear at midnight.
An (indoor) garden poem.
A poem revolved around five set words: skunk, silly, paracetamol, mug and… cumulonimbus.
A little poem from a curious pigeon on April Fool’s Day.
A short poem that looks back on memories from my favourite day of the year.