Poem of the Month

Poem of the Month


A new poem will be placed here each month, usually from one of my published collections.


My poem for March 2017 (unpublished) is called Jigger (a Liverpool word for a narrow paved alleyway separating rows of back-to-back houses).



We ran down the jigger,
past paint-peeled doors
that closed each tiny yard
behind the back-to-backs;

we kicked and scarpered,
but nothing happened:
no bugger in shirt sleeves
came out shouting;

no prune-faced dog
offered us its teeth;
no shrill crone screamed;
no threats, no chase.

What’s mischief for
if no one notices?