Drinking Under the Moon

"Poetry and hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. All you can do is go where they can find you" – A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

Category Archives: Poetry

The Golden Hours

Who knew. This thing that flickers from me to you, which tethers our two souls together. Without you there, on days you go, I feel left open and a draught … Continue reading

April 13, 2018 · Leave a comment

Winter is Coming

Bathed here on a pink autumn evening. Early because it is winter, or nearly at least. Each leaf and blade, from shoot to root is browning – Crisping, retracting from … Continue reading

October 27, 2017 · Leave a comment


You’ll be alright, they said. The pain is temporary, get out of bed.   Your’e lucky it’s now, it was worse for me I found it impossible, now even i’m … Continue reading

September 29, 2017 · Leave a comment

The Way They Do

When I love you, it is as if I am only my skeleton. Each fleshy part of me is gone away that sheaths my bones, And I am only a … Continue reading

June 19, 2017 · Leave a comment

Light Blue

Light blue, I think of you. Open, broad, far reaching sky or a sea that meets an end in deeper hue for days I could sit, let years go by … Continue reading

August 30, 2016 · Leave a comment


The soft ground of home, dark and kind upon this enormous mound and in this moss and heather, our northern souls we find to its roots, its grass, its whispers … Continue reading

August 22, 2016 · Leave a comment


I will want to forget you. To lose all echos that come with what you are. I will want to forget that I sit alone in the darkness without hope … Continue reading

August 21, 2016 · Leave a comment