She is said to haunt the grounds of the Priory Church Worksop.
Sitting in the parkdusk turning to darkradio on and songs aboundjust watching the world go round. A woman passes by, she’s soldher baggage is testament to be toldall the shops along the streethurting legs, aching feet. Bags galore around wrist and arm boxes on shoulders to strained alarm people hurry, it`s so cold young legsContinue reading “Shopping”
My dad on his deathbed.
The world is beautiful, I can’t be sadmy life is full of joy and I am gladthe trees are full of fruit for me to eatapples and pears, so ripe they taste so sweet. So warm a site, watching the children playthe sun is shining on a lovely daythe branches bow along the avenuetheir welcomeContinue reading “Happy”
The crisp and frosty leaves do laylike nature’s carpet all the waythey crunch and crunch under the boottill dense wood joins and churn to mud. Beech trees shed nuts on the groundand squirrels leave the shells aroundanother sound is played by trodden foota sharp crisp, crunchy one of empty nut. We reach the shrubs alongContinue reading “Winter’s Walk”
A recurring childhood experience at the age of around 4 to 8 years old and again in my 50s.
I left the gravel park and hurried soto get a seat and starenumber plates lined neatly in a rowchildren run without a care. Nestled in among the treesacross the lake a chapel spirepointing up towards the skybut towering so much higher. A rabbit runs across the fernsstirred by a searching houndin panic it darts toContinue reading “By The Lake”
`Ever laid under the gleaming stars?Watched with awe on a moon-lit nightwalked through the woods in pitch darknessheard her screech, a barn owl in flight. A silent flight on spread out wingso quiet you do not hear a soundand then at once her voice is thereyou`re wide awake, hear your heart pound. Still walking onContinue reading “What’s In The Woods (in the dead of night)”
Brother can you spare some change food for a weary man, maybe a drink I’m so hungry I’m quite ill I’ve not eaten for three days, I think. Thank you, kind sir, you really are for I’ve travelled many miles and towns I’ve really come quite far you see most people stare and tut andContinue reading “The Vagrant”