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Summer

Summer unlocks
Youthful passion.
Now ‘tis the fashion
For short frocks
And tiny socks.

Some girls barefoot go
For of a summer’s day,
They little know
That winter snow
Is on its way

False Nails

Her blood red claws.
He implores
Her false nails,
As with her feminine arts
She impales
Men’s hearts.

Free Verse

Shall I write a poem in free
Verse?
Sometimes it seems perverse
To me
To be
Free

An Ordinary Girl

The paper is peeling
And the ceiling
Is dirty grey.
“How long will you stay?”
He asks. “What will you pay?”
I say.
Shall I be nice
And offer him a lower price?

Its so easy to pretend
To be “a friend”
When you’ve done this for a while.
You smile
And lose yourself in drink
Or think
Of Coins
And gird your loins.

Having wrangled
I lie
Entangled
In the sheet.
“You are sweet”
I say,
Thinking of my pay.

—

Me in jeans
On the bus, with my university books.
No one looks
At an ordinary girl,
Her hea...

When The Clock Strikes

“When the clock strikes, I must go” I said.
Lucifer shook his head,
For the clock had long since struck.

Sun Cream

Sun cream.
A perfect dream
Of skin
And sin

There Was A Young Man Called Grant

There was a young man called Grant
Who wished a tree to plant.
His uncle’s wife stood far too near
And, I fear
That he accidentally planted his aunt!

Pan

They say
That nymphs play
In the ancient wood.
Yet as I stood
There yesterday,
No nymphs did play.

Waking this morning
I sensed a warning
In rock.
Mysteries may unlock
As Pan pipes play,
But the nymphs they
Will not stay

Close Reading: How to Read a Poem

Interesting Literature

Some tips for the close reading of poetry

‘Close reading’ is not as straightforward as it may appear. Many readers of poetry, for instance, may have encountered ‘close readings’ of poems which are anything but. They’re not so much ‘close’ as ‘at arm’s length’. How do you close-read a poem? F. R. Leavis was one of the most influential literary critics writing in English in the twentieth century. Yet he often claimed he was performing a ‘close reading’ of a poem which wa...

Tell the truth and shame the devil

“Tell the truth and shame the devil” the people said.
So he told it straight
And hate
Descended upon his head.

So he told a lie
And said “the sky
Is always blue”.
The people clapped, although they in their hearts knew
That it really wasn’t true.