Blue is sea, blue is sky Blue is water that slowly winds by Blue is cold and blue is the moon Blue is the waters Upon a deep lagoon Blue is forget-me-nots Upon a summer’s day Blue is the bluebells In the month of May Blue is fresh And blue is cool Blue is a… Continue reading Blue
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The Ghost Ship
I think I wrote this some time in junior (elementary) school along with a story about the ghost ship. The moral of the story: the (golden) pen is mightier than the sword! … In the moon, silvery bright I saw a ship shining in the night In the ship was a lady With beauty so… Continue reading The Ghost Ship
A Good Friend
I think I was about 14 when I wrote this. I must to my embarrassment admit that I had fallen in love with a guy friend of my French penfriend’s older sister. From what I remember though, Stéphane was rather good looking! ’Tis hard to find a friend as good as you A friend to… Continue reading A Good Friend
A Selection of My Earliest Poems (at Age 7)
From an early age, I felt the need to rhyme things – I think poetry is in my blood as my great-uncle Harry also enjoyed writing poems and many of my family have or had a way with words. My mother worked as a secretary and I remember asking her to type out these poems… Continue reading A Selection of My Earliest Poems (at Age 7)
Flowers
This one was published in the Sheffield Journal, a local newspaper, as the winner of the “Poet’s Corner” on 27 August 1992. I vaguely remember winning either a fiver or a tenner – I was quite happy at the time. I was 14. Red is the poppy Which dances all day In fields of corn… Continue reading Flowers