First Published in The Coffee House magazine UK




May dreams

And then suddenly its spring
Tomorrow I will see you again
Dazzled by the exploding light
The torrid rapture of colour.
I taste coffee for the first time
Feel fresh orange juice on my tongue
The perfect purity of cool water.


Now there is beauty in the madness
A veil over winter’s malignity
A barren landscape where I wandered
Soulless in an empty dream of you.
Now there is passion again and poetry
A sense of purpose, mystery
A first harvest of May dreams.



Moon Dreams


You come to me in dreams
So I can trace your subtle curves
And draw your milk -white neck.

You come to me in dreams
When counting stars I fall and tumble
Through a slow fusion of night and day.

You come to me in dreams
When the west wind roars
And a full moon soars
Transcendent across the sky.

And in my dreams I shall know you
As a chamber of my soul
In the liquid moonlight of my mind.

First Published in Manifold London no 49


Last train for Edinburgh

The train for Edinburgh is delayed
We watch the snow tumble in weary silence
Try to warm our hands on mugs of coffee
Soon falling into the mystical trance
Of delayed travellers everywhere
Cocooned in our shadows of substance.

And then, suddenly, I catch the eye
Of the girl I dreamed about last night
Unmistakably, the same long, brown coat
Her hair tied back, and her dark green eyes.

In my dream we spent the afternoon together
In galleries and strolling by the river
We talked about sex and love and death
Families, the fragility of passion
Sat on a bench by roses at St Pauls
And later over latte, tea and scones.

She is about to board the London train
As in my dream, I move towards her
There is the faintest hint of recognition
A curious and almost teasing stare
A half smile before she turns away
And then is lost forever.

First Publised in Poetry Monthly UK