Category Archives: Poetry.

Slow train coming

I feel a slow train coming

It’s rising from the dust

Painted out in cadmium

It’s fading out to rust

There’s thunder in the storm clouds

That line the track behind

But there’s no-one now that’s looking

So I never saw the signs

It’s a slow train, it’s a slow train

And it labours through the night

But each and every morning it looks larger in my sight

It’s a slow train, Lord a slow train

And it sings a slow refrain

Yes, Lord it is a slow train

And it’s calling out my name.


The dove

I was sat at a table outside in the shade

Well leaning actually, elbows on the table, chin in hands, musing

I was enjoying a gentle breeze, a relief from the heat of the sun

I had been burnt earlier

Burnt in the pursuit of one more chapter of the book I was reading.

Tesco didn’t mention getting burnt when they sold me the book.

£3.78 they said.

Not £3.78 and a burnt back!

Maybe I wouldn’t have bought it if I had known the full price

But you rarely do with books, know the full price I mean

Some transpire to have little value

Some are unsettling

With others we are taken on epic journeys

We visit countries and experience life we could only dream of otherwise

We become cowboys, spies, soldiers, lovers or explorers

We can be lost in far off galaxies

Or lost in life

We experience love and death as we greedily suck the words from the pages

All for £3.78

Yet the cost varies

So there I was relaxing in the breeze, chin in hands, eyes closed



I heard or perhaps felt something and reluctantly opened my eyes.

A white dove

Standing on the table slightly to one side of me

It seemed to notice me and leant it’s head to one side


It looked long and hard at me

It seemed rude not to acknowledge it so I said ‘hello’

It didn’t answer

Just continued to stare

Then it slowly moved, well it shuffled sideways really

Until it stood directly in front of my face

Maybe a hands length away

It’s head leaned first one way and then the other as it stared

It was framed by a tumbling mass of flame red bougainville that covered the wall across the square

The pure white of it’s feathers seemed to shimmer against the blood red backdrop

It looked unreal


It had piercing blue eyes

Or perhaps they were green

But maybe the tint of my sunglasses meant I was way off the mark with both colours.

It stared

I stared

Perhaps it was looking at it’s reflections on my sunglasses

Looking at two other doves, reflected

And wondering.

Or was it looking at me and wondering.

‘Bonjour’ I said, thinking that it maybe didn’t speak English

It continued staring


It puffed out it’s chest, winked at me and flew away.

It flew past the curtain of blood red bougainville and up into a cerulean sky

Leaving me to wonder, the why’s and the wherefores.

I watched it, until it was too small to see

Then quietly said ‘farewell’ and just in case ‘au-revoir’





Love is (II)

It wasn’t that I was lonely

It was simply that I wasn’t with you.

How much would I give to look up and to see you coming towards me?


How much would I give to feel your hand wriggling into mine?


How much would I give to be able to lean over and kiss your lips?


Do you miss me as much as I miss you?

Could you?

Do you need me as much as I need you?

Do you?

It’s not that I’m alone, it’s just that you aren’t by my side, laid in my arms, in my sight, within my reach.

I love you.

And then there was me.

I know I am odd and difficult to understand

Even I struggle at times to make sense of me

I seem to be laminated

To exist on different layers

I find something to be looked at on another plane

And off my mind wanders

You are on the ground, waiting patiently

A flower in the desert I am

A refuge from my storms

Somewhere to lay my heart.


This view, I view

I’ve viewed before

In another life

Through another door

This fine soft sand

And clear blue sky

Once warned me

Through another’s eye

The swaying palms

In gentle dance

Send me back

In quiet trance

I’m paler now

I’m a different me

Not quite that one

That all can see

This view I view

That I view again

Brings forth it’s sadness

And with it pain.