Indian Eye


If, for one blink

I saw as you see

in your cobalt eyes

I would die in that apparition.

Idea of self shatter to fragments.


You observe so closely, so remotely.

Is it ‘I’ that those lenses receive

Or some other arrangement of creation?

Meeting your un-blinking gaze

A black hole opens.

Never so l close as this where I come from –

The managed world.

Your dark discretion always at a distance

– branch or wire –

Or commanding your faultless composition

from way up there.


Here, in this random,

Clashed land of spiced hearts,

You reign, pecking on rotting corpse

or, as now, a few inches

from my plate of rice, unruffled.

Kra      Kra

you called your name,

long before human utterance.

I fade to a shade in the swoop

of your flight into your universe

with a grain of rice.








A film strip replayed over and over, the trip

we took to the park in London, you and I and the children.

in blustering October – leaves flying

– wishes the children ran to catch arms out stretched –

crying out in delight when they did, pressing them

to their chests and eyes closed, just as they do

each year cutting their birthday cakes,

making wishes in the innocence of their growing.

If only we could have endured our promises.

Did we know deep in our hearts,

our leaf unfurling lives, that

The trees of our trust, boughs interlaced,

were tipping apart, already askew

in the lonely forest.

The ledge

Some of you will have heard my poem “Moment”. Here is a picture of the ledge that I refer to in the poem.

Two climbers on the ledge

The ledge is near the top of a classic route called Flying Buttress, which climbs up 94 metres of a crag called Dinas Chromlech, a huge block of rock halfway up a mountain in North Wales.

The climb up to Dinas Chromlech. Flying Buttress is at the right hand edge.











Photos from Steve Pardoe’s Rock Climbing Pages

Trust and Betrayal

Hi all,

We have had some excellent submissions so far for “Trust and Betrayal” – the next edition of Pamphlet 15 – and I am now getting quite excited.

Rick would like to have it ready for the Cheltenham Poetry Festival which is at the end of April so we have to start getting ready for printing very soon. However, I don’t want to get into “publish or perish” mode so I thought I would be clear about the ‘rules’.

I have volunteered only to collate the pieces and prepare the pamphlet for printing. I will not make editorial decisions about inclusion.

To have a piece included I would like you to have read it out and discussed it in front of the group. I think it is important that we learn something both as reader and listener. Please don’t just send me a piece and ask me if it is okay.

Exceptions will only be made if you are already known to the group and you have a good reason for not coming along (e.g. if you are ill or going abroad or something).

If you have already read a piece out and got some feedback please send your latest version in the body of an email, or, if you want special formatting, in a document attached to the email.

If you want to have a piece included please bring it along to group next Tuesday 9th April.

If you want a piece included but are unable to come along send me the piece and I will read it out for you.

Good luck