Poem #15 from the illustrated series A Shropshire Grad
This poem tries to capture feelings of entrapment brought on, or heightened by, the pandemic.
Composed in a river bank meadow during Spring Bank Holiday Monday.
Reviewing my debut attempt at National Poetry Writing Month.
In the absence of the London Marathon, I wrote a poem about enduring the UK lockdown.
Written one line at a time, on every hour, from 9am to 8pm.
A poem from the perspective of an inanimate object – a floodlight.
A poem on three sounds I hear at midday.
A blackout poem from the Wrexham AFC manager’s programme notes against Eastleigh – the club’s last game of the season before lockdown.
Written after a virtual tour of the Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam.