Excitement for Legacy Launch

Legacy cover penultimate

Exciting news!  My publisher, Black Pear Press, has been working hard on my second collection, ‘Legacy’.  I am delighted to announce I received the penultimate edit this morning, and the book launch is now imminent (weeks away, maybe a month or so!).

I was humbled by Lacuna’s success, thrilled it was popular, and grateful for the readership it found.  More, I am deeply honoured that Black Pear Press have seen something in my poetry that has prompted them to publish a second, more lengthy collection.

Legacy sees the publication of some longer poems and a few more personal pieces, but keeps with my style of delivering mostly succinct and evocative poetry.  I am extremely grateful to my editor, Polly Stretton for her dedication and friendship.

I am also grateful to my brother, Damien Davis, for his stunning cover, and to my friend, Paul F. Lenzi; for his support, guidance and kind words (see his blurb on my back cover!).

I am blessed.  Truly.  Thank you all for your support, I can’t wait to announce a release date.

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Epitaph, Entreated

 

It’s just my bones that lie here,

I want it written on my grave,

as my soul was sold so long ago,

so keep your prayers, and save

your tears; for the years I gave

you are worth more than the loss.

Wherever I am, I love you,

don’t be cross. I ask one last thing

of you, my one wish, my final boon,

live your life, be free and please;

don’t come and see me soon.

Once Upon A Time

The world is a less exciting place

to live in now you’re gone,

I wish we had reconnected,

but I neglected you,

you, who was once my night and day.

Selected memories, poignant,

and pointedly shelved

until after the funeral,

delved into once more,

in search of ancient laughter,

and hints you believed in the fairy-tale,

despite no ‘happy ever after’.

The world is a less amusing place

to live in now you’re gone,

I wish we had reconnected,

but I neglected you,

you, who was once my hero of comedy,

the jokes, for me,

now seem in bad taste.

The waste of a life cut too short

has taught me a thought

that should not go unheard,

could be preserved in the written word,

and I keep everything,

as you told me to, for you sold me the glue

that keeps the pages of my life bound,

and the sound of funny in my tummy,

my inheritance,

other than your impertinence,

is the legacy of your laughter,

and the faith in fairy-tales – hope

in ‘happy ever after’.

Perfect (For Polly Stretton)

Ponderer of poems,

precious,

you reflect, I then see,

under no illusion,

you remain perfect to me.

Let me have my heroes,

they make me want to be,

more than the child

that so many people see.

Ponderer of poems,

precious,

I reflect, you see,

under no illusion,

you remain perfect to me.

 

 

Written for my hero, one of the most talented and inspiring poets I know.  If I am ever truly deemed a wordsmith, Polly Stretton is surely my forge.  We celebrate National Poetry Day today, I aim to do so by honouring some of the gifted poets who give me so much to celebrate.

Amazing (For Alan Durham)

Fatherly love, how else can I describe?

For what you gave me, I could just imbibe,

whenever I saw the warmth of your smile,

I knew that life was all worthwhile.

 

 

Written for a gentle giant, whose support has been invaluable.  We celebrate National Poetry Day today, I aim to do so by honouring some of the gifted poets who have given me so much to celebrate.