If the fetch of death
Should come before
I see you neighbour,
Breaching in the pacific vast,
Forgive me, for in my
Book of Wonders
I once read that a man
Could stand upright
In the tunnel of your veins.
If only we had not stood straight at all
Then the best of nature would ever hear
Whale to whale across
The great, unsullied , ocean , softly call.
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Cold Snap It was one of those winter days so cold the air filled your lungs like a lover your heart, leaving you chasing your breath. Jackdaws took the first
On his first day back, He gingerly stepped, Over the picket fence, Smelt the apple pie, Placed on the window In the porch. He heard her singing, Some number from
Sandcastles that soon will Be palaces of the past, As the tide starts to turn And the last line is cast. Collecting razor shells and spent onion rings and what
Bernard lives in Oswestry, UK. He is published in around one hundred journals and magazines worldwide. He is also a spoken-word performer, finalist in both the John Tripp Spoken Word Competition and The All Wales Comic Verse Competition. Plus a biographer and prize-winning short story writer. His work has appeared in many publications. In 2017 a selection of his poetry ‘In Free Fall’ was published by Leaf by Leaf Press. In 2019 he won second prize in The Aurora Prize (an international competition in Poetry) for his poem ‘Manor Farm’ and his first novel ‘Where the Willows End‘ was published by Leaf by Leaf Press. His second novel is due out in 2022.
