The Seamstress

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

It is traditional
at this time
of year
to bring down -
from the loft -
the bonfire box .../


This poetry is for Donate a Coffee & Access All Poetry donators only.

Log In Register

The Corpse Gate

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I called it a tithe gate -
but it is a lychgate -
I confused it with barns -
my first mistake .../


This poetry is for Donate a Coffee & Access All Poetry donators only.

Log In Register

The Dealers

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Vituperous - you lie -
you low politicians -
with your back-slap careers
and solid state pensions
.../


This poetry is for Donate a Coffee & Access All Poetry donators only.

Log In Register

Pablo

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I wasn't looking for Picasso
but I found him - seated -
whilst my Spanish was poor
his English was gilded .../


This poetry is for Donate a Coffee & Access All Poetry donators only.

Log In Register

Venezia รจ la Prima Inondazione

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Over four feet deep
across St. Marks -
risen too much
for high tide footpaths .../


This poetry is for Donate a Coffee & Access All Poetry donators only.

Log In Register

The Blinded

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The olfactory hit kicks in -
smelling at a filed return
of youthful tree climbing -
of guns-made-from-sticks .../


This poetry is for Donate a Coffee & Access All Poetry donators only.

Log In Register

This Older Driver

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

I want our lowering sun to burn
for a much - much - longer last hour -
or even more - brighter than now .../


This poetry is for Donate a Coffee & Access All Poetry donators only.

Log In Register

Mushrooming

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Theirs is a new
imperialism of ill will -
an underfoot tendril -
like fungi it spreads
.../


This poetry is for Donate a Coffee & Access All Poetry donators only.

Log In Register

British Summer Time

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Do not turn back the clocks
unless you have the time
to reset your circadian rhythm
and so to fall into line .../


This poetry is for Donate a Coffee & Access All Poetry donators only.

Log In Register

Se una notte d’inverno un viaggiatore*

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

As disordered pages
I read back my life -
until you - as Ludmilla -
entered mine .../


This poetry is for Donate a Coffee & Access All Poetry donators only.

Log In Register