David will be performing this poem at The Humber Mouth Festival in Hull on Friday and at the Rugby World Cup match England v Fiji being held at the KC Stadium on Saturday!….
I love that time as the day is ending, When silence creeps in on the noisy day. And everything seems to want to delay….
Pathways by W. Palmer Stephenson Times of molehills and warmth And alternate images Of morning and sunset Across the Villages; Traces of cattle amongst some nettles, Discarded boots and campers’ kettles Through undulating ancient places Long disused by former races Before the draining of the marsh. No one […]
The handsome elm tree stood for year on year, Until the deadly infestation years ago…
Statuesque Larkinesque By David Thompson. Inspired by a statue, and inspired one!
Lost Hope by Lorraine Ellis (Flo) Disillusioned, Dejected, Detached from his past. Alone, Lost, In a City so vast. Dismal streets like he thought like so many before. Where paved with gold. A future secure. A place of his own, Where he could lay roots. Rest his head, […]
HESSLE ROAD by David Osgerby He had two tattoos. An anchor. And I love Mum. He was from Hessle Road. And of that he was proud. She was not well-educated, but she wasn’t dumb. She wore rollers in her hair, and My God she was loud. Hessle Road. […]
The Man in the Iron Lung by David Osgerby The man in the iron lung lived on Holderness Road. I never knew his name. The iron lung was his abode. He viewed the world via a mirror above his head. Incapable of movement, he lay chained to his […]
1971: January in June by Lorraine Florence Ellis (Flo) She was poised at the ‘cosmetics counter’ filing her pillar-boxed red nails. Two black eyes looked up at me, lashes blinking like a flurry of spiders above cheeks the colour of over-ripe pumpkins. “Can I help you love,” she […]
COMBINE HARVESTER by David Osgerby The field mouse is an endangered species. it lives in fields, and is especially fond of fields of wheat, barley and rye. Each harvest heralds field mouse Armageddon, as a vast machine of obscenely disproportionate size scythes through these minute creatures, reducing them […]
The Town Council – By David Thompson Twice monthly do the meetings fall, Held in the towns` historic hall, Where mayors of yesterday, look down Upon the dealings of the town. The twelve good men and women who Give free their time, good deeds to do, With minutes […]
STUBBLE by David Osgerby The harvest home, only stubble now remains. The wheat is in, and farmers give thanks for clement weather. The last harvester has inched its way down narrow country lanes, as the landscape holds its breath, and waits for tractors towing serried ranks of patient […]