Gaslight in waiting

You told me to wash my hands and yet to raise them high in wanton communion, You ridiculed us as turkeys lurking and squawking whilst you traded your fortune, You told us it wouldn’t matter if we were close, and we inhaled it in, deep. I did. For a whileI stopped, worrying in hope ofContinue reading “Gaslight in waiting”

Brexit (Tiddley Pom): The Pooh of Politics

A friend of mine read my poem about mental health in the modern world, “Sabre-Tooth Post-Truth“, and concluded that it had a Winnie The Pooh style about it. Praise indeed! It gave me the idea when feeling particularly exasperated about the state or rather in-a-state of British politics, of writing a poem about the insanityContinue reading “Brexit (Tiddley Pom): The Pooh of Politics”