Iceland

I wrote this poem as a spoken word piece, in response to this coronavirus pandemic, through the eyes of an elderly person who has lived through world war two. Five hundred quid Worked all my life for five hundred quid Ooo, these Tena ladies are on offer Worked my hands to the bone and myContinue reading “Iceland”

Muriel

A character based on many women i have met during my stays in psychiatric hospitals… Muriel Beyond her twenty years She looked With her duvet of fiery red curls Coiling like delinquent serpents On a Medusa inspired scalp An artist could not etch so finely The lines which lay as an insult Upon a faceContinue reading “Muriel”

We are Great Britain

Well, we are in the midst of a global pandemic. Covid-19 has infiltrated every aspect of our lives! Here in Great Britain, we are in lockdown. At the moment we can only leave our houses for essential food shopping, collecting medication and one session of exercise a day. It may get even more confined asContinue reading “We are Great Britain”

Privilege

I know there will be mixed feelings about this poem, but i was furious to learn that Prince Charles had received a test for Covid-19 when he had mild symptoms, when we have frontline NHS and healthcare workers risking their lives and not being able to get a test! Boils my pee!! Don’t want aContinue reading “Privilege”

Medal of Honour

My grandfather, who was 92 when he died, 9 years ago, was a very brave man. One day, he was walking through the centre of Hull when he saw a gang of lads attacking a guy with learning disabilities. With no hesitation, he waded in, pinned the ringleader to the ground, the other lads ranContinue reading “Medal of Honour”