Each night I pull threads of birds
shake them loose; unpick the skies
dappled husks of thrush and wren
mulberry silk from blackbird eyes
There’s something of the rich tea biscuits dipped
in a sugary brew,
From the inside it warms you up.
Something of the feeling ever so welcome
Change was specially written for National Poetry Day 2018
Change is always happening
It’s a fact my friend, it’s like fads and trends
Nell drives and we don’t speak.
Every limb is numb
My mind is racing
Time travel me back.
Let me say goodbye again.
A minute more,
a chance to see Ed’s face
Kids in camouflage sprint and stumble through smoke,
their faces smeared with blood and dirt.
It’s a burnt-out city with kids tearing into enemy lines,
Another press conference was held in Houston
aired on breakfast news.
Ed’s knuckles are bruised a plummy purple.He rubs them and laughs.‘You think this is something?In here? Joe, this is nothing.’