Long Wellingtons Poems

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After two Pints of Guinness an old uncle of mine in the West of Ireland would 
become very cantankerous. When he went into a bar he would smile falsely to 
pretend he was not cantankerous...

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A back flipping coconut is very very amusing at a ball but ball pits are moving around so one must surely wear wellingtons or a pair of anglers' waders when jumping across such multicoloured curves....

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The second, ten years later, 
caught her body less prepared. 
Had  finger nails been more pared her clench 
might well have spared his palms
so close to drawing blood. 

Her pelvis did not dilate in...

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a tempest gathers on my horizon
with limited purview and cloudy vision
encroaches quickly on my unsettled mind
my true soul and nature is threatened
by downpour rapids and torrential rain

blighted foreboding develops as 
the parsimonious option
a rainbow in...

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He woke down the slope, by the hay
With him a thousand shrill cries
That stilled to him, yawning.
He moved with strands of hay, trailing
On his rags.
Sauntering, he is a flaneur...
The road lamps gave him away.

He moved...

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 ~The Hot Spell Is Over~
Watching the clouds gather
There is thunder in the air
After a beautiful week 
It really doesn’t seem fair
We finally cast off winter woollies
Then sat with hankies on our heads
Tomorrow I suppose...

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I languish in a summer’s breeze
As I tumble backwards
To childhood
I hear the sound of the train 
Rumbling down the tracks
I have no idea why this brings me such joy
Other than a penny will be squished...

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a title is not a teat nor a terrapin tank
The seventh pole in a cloud is swaying with the weights in a sky gymnasium. Gymnastics of giant clusters and catacombs catalogued by awesome aerodynamics of...

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In sunny days of joy we climbed aboard, 
Wide eyed, Wellingtons and Duffels.
Sat on salty varnished benches,
handed weighted feathers and orange string.

Kraken was the one to know,
Six fish on a line would show you so.
We...

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The seventh pole in a cloud is swaying with the weights in a sky gymnasium. Gymnastics of giant clusters and catacombs catalogued by awesome aerodynamics of the asteroids whose charm outsways the globule passing in...

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Dark black thunderclouds are covering up the azure sky
I know rain is just God’s tear drops falling from up high

I hear the pitter patter of rain as it falls on my spotty brolly
But I don’t...

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...a special childhood memory

It was raining. The sky was mottled, 
like a charcoal sketch too often handled.
My friend told me he had seen her,
parked away from all the others, 
likely left there for the night.
My...

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When you put your childhood hand in mine, 
two spoons in the same drawer, 
I felt all your innocence and trust 
shared in a moment stretched over decades. 
I held the grown man and remembered...

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Barefoot, blistered and bleeding
She wanders in from the street
People stare, flabbergasted
Very odd, unheard of in fact

She doesn’t know her size
So like Cinderella, she tries them on
Randomly selecting pretty colours

Silvery, glittery heels
She twirls for the mirror
Sales...

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