"all the tales to tell
spells waiting to be
remembered and repeated"
"Crossing the Périphérique", 2003
A POEM CAN DRAW YOU INTO ITS WORLD
A parallel existence where magic and transformation are possible
Tales of the Sea (excerpt)
Wrapped in a bunk, in duvet down
wind moans through his Cornish room
two years old and already sold to its lure
arranging wooden boats in his windowsill
before he climbs aboard,
clutching a shell to his ear;
he hopes for a mermaid's whisper.
Wirework sculpture and photo of sculpture by Mel Day
I write poetry and draw from life at events including jazz gigs, traditional folk sessions, and arts festivals