Two poems from my collection, a homage to D.H. Lawrence, which by the way, have been rejected by my publishers. Poem 1: Aye up, we must arise now and go owt Owt int ter that there wooded glade in’t pouring rain Bollock naked but fer us wellies And we'll dance, slippy wet and near... Continue Reading →
Homage to Lady Chatterley’s Lover.
Two poems from my current collection, a homage to D.H. Lawrence, which by the way, have been rejected by my publishers. Poem 1: We must go now, out in’t ter pouring rain Bollock naked in the wooded glade Except fer our wellies And I will hold you wet me dear And whisper into yer dampish... Continue Reading →