Don’t Start at the Beginning

A discovery of Dickens

and Duffy, Hardy,

hardly enough, he

awoke in me, poetry,

spoke to me, awoke in me,

something wild.

The Animal wept

for ‘The Unborn Pauper Child’.

The lessons and legacy

of Tolkien, my fascination

with the Inklings

and Lewis’ dedication:

world changing,

life changing.

I sensed the rearranging

of destiny,

the message fate sent,

when ‘The Signalman’ began

with the end.


Man of the Mountain (or Talking Tolkien)

I am the falling leaf,

the windblown revenant,

föhn, foehn blown grief,

creating covenant

between unseen

unsavoury elements,

Beowulf’s mean,

restless developments.