People tell me stories, I like that! Every now and then I am so struck by the tale that I have to write it down and take, you might even say steal, the idea and after juggling with the notions a poem appears. “The Licorice Store”, “Maddie’s Ring” and “The Stamp On The Cow” are good examples. None of us write in isolation, we are dependent upon others, so many others. This anthology of new poems is dedicated to all those people whose stories are captured on these pages. It contains stories that I struggled to write over many years but lacked the inspiration. The longer poems like “Eric and The Wolves” , “After The Storm” and the “Saga of Harald Hardrada” fall into this category.
The book is available on Amazon, and I hope to make an album with James Covell.
Take a look on Amazon:https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08HP6VVQ9?ref_=pe_3052080_397514860
Here is the cover title:
A Shell In My Pocket
I went down to the sea today
To the ceaseless sea and the sand,
Where waves churned out across the shore
And its breath poured out on the land.
My mind was filled with the thrill of the call
Of memories endless rhyme,
And all I need is the song on the air
And a shell in my pocket and time.
The sound of each wave pouring in
As the last wave whispers away,
Produces the music on the air
An unending sibilant sway,
And the smell and the sound and the sight of the sea
Stretching out to the edge of the sky,
And its breath on my skin is all I need
As time goes silently by.
The shell in my pocket reminds me when
I stooped on the shore and the sand,
Of a time gone by like an ebbing tide
When I plucked it up with my hand,
And the sun in the sky when its arc was high
Before tumbling down to the west,
And the hours that have flown like the life I’ve known
When the shell in my pocket is pressed.