Archive for November, 2010


Posted in Poetry with tags , , on November 30, 2010 by belfastdavid

I watch as she picks her way
across the landscape,
as if the ground is mined.

She knows her destination
but is fearful
of all arrival
will imply.

And yet her present
is no less threatening,
bleak, scattered boulders,
a darkness with sharp edges.

I have lit the lamp,
can do little more;
the journey is hers
alone to make.

But I can pray.



Self Image

Posted in Poetry on November 26, 2010 by belfastdavid

I walked into the barbers,
my hairdresser looked at me,
burst out laughing,
I haven’t seen you
for some time
he said.

Windswept and interesting
I had thought.

Perhaps not!

Winter Warmth

Posted in Poetry on November 23, 2010 by belfastdavid

Cold, dark, grey, wet
winter’s afternoon.

I turn my attention
away from the window,

switch on the lamps,
lie back on the sofa,

immerse myself
in warm thoughts of you.


Peace Process

Posted in Poetry on November 16, 2010 by belfastdavid

This poem was written a little while ago, but I am posting it now because it was included in the October 2010 edition of Scribe magazine. The theme of the magazine was “Crossing the Line”. I thought that the poem fit and I am delighted at its inclusion

Peace Process

It was all very well
me pushing a brick
out of the wall
in order that
I could hold your hand,

But then

when the whole bloody thing
came tumbling down
we were left wide-eyed,
smiling, and saying
“How the hell did that happen?”

Important Things

Posted in Poetry on November 11, 2010 by belfastdavid

For years I have written
about what I thought
were the important things.

I have written about love,
I have written about nature,
I have written about the spirit,
I have written about recovery,
I have written about sex.

But one casual remark
in my status on Face Book
gives away the truth,

What really, really
turns people on,
inspires them
to heights of passion,
is chocolate.



Posted in Poetry on November 8, 2010 by belfastdavid

As the early morning sunlight
dapples through the foliage
reflecting trail of spiders
setting traps among the leaves

I watch the flowers straining
to catch incoming warmth;
view tulips, ponder
on the taste of nectar
in their upturned cups.


Posted in Blogging on November 7, 2010 by belfastdavid

Leeds Independent Poetry Press Festival

Introducing this festival which I am involved with and excited about.

You may wish to put it in your diary now.

If you run a poetry group or are involved in the production of an ezine you may wish to contact us in order to get publicity at the festival – there are opportunities to put on fringe events

The festival will be held in the Carriageworks, Leeds  in 2011 on September 24th

What will LIPPFest do?

– Provide an annual platform (The LIPPFest Festival) for the very best in contemporary poetry from our independent presses including over 20 writers from diverse publishing houses.

– Provide poets with the opportunity to run workshops within a festival environment.

– Support young writers through a young-writer-in-residence programme and a chance for emerging writers to read alongside existing writers.

– Provide an open forum and a series of symposiums to debate the key issues in the independent press industry.

– Offer an annual marketplace where independent presses and writers can come to sell books for free, without paying commission or paying a fee for their market space.

– Co-operate with key organisations and publishers within the Independent Press Industry to help promote, market and sell independent press books.

– Aim to bring contemporary poetry to as wide and diverse an audience as possible, encouraging the reading and purchase of independent press books.

More details in forthcoming blogs