I finally have some kind of time to update this place, now that i’ve finished uni. I’ll also be back on the radio from Tuesday, 10-midnight, so tune in.

To keep you all up to speed, I’m going to serialise a poem I’ve been working on over the last few months. It explores different styles, sounds and rhetoric. It was very draining. If you’re interested in a deeper understanding, then I have a schema, notes and essays to enlighten you.

THE WORLD’S WAIF

stepping back briefly I’ll regale this from

My room: During the watching hour, where the

Only sounds may stem from nothing at all –

Neither the white wash walls, nor the faux pine

Floor – She whispers softly, ‘Samson come back

To bed, there’s no more hair left on your head.’

I lie on my side, thinking in my head

What if a Danish King’s halo hung from

My left ear as a ‘parting gift’? Hark back

Now to Dali’s workshop where, under the

Pallid strip lights, his drab heart might just pine

To beat once, or maybe twice, or at all.

In a small church in sector seven, all

Things stand still. I watch a small, smiling head

Flicker once, and I sigh. The things I pine

For are silly sometimes – does it stem from

All the bad things done to you? If not, the

Thought alone, at least, keeps bringing me back.

The faint shade of Hamlet’s papa comes back,

And forgetting myself, I give my all

To back his wild claims: that love will birth the

Poet amongst blossoms – What a bonehead…

Skeleton, your eyes have lost their warmth from

Your mindless pledges and all things propine.

Gently I finger a book’s soft, worn spine,

Turning it, I read the blurb on the back:

‘This is where Caesar stood and built Rome from…’

Hmm? A text message… Come now, one and all,

Don’t tell me that I’m in over my head,

And to prove it, I’ll end my speech with the…-

Pausing, I realize that Samson, the

Ancient mariner, the ghost – so vulpine,

And the church, are all locked, not in my head,

But in my heart! ‘Arachne, please come back

To me! I’ll make amends! Join those, who all

Sit down beside me, and see where I’m from’.

The gloomy thoughts we found inside my head

May stem from nothing other than lupine

Desires of a back up, who gave his all.