I have decided to select a small selection of unpublished poems to present on here.Many magazines will only accept poems that are new and unpublished, so it is always a difficult process of evaluation, deciding which poems to protect in order to preserve their literary viginity. As a result I have a virtual cupboard of poems that languish unread.
You look like someone
waking slowly from a dream
feeling your way
back to consciousness
out of love.
I could have told you that
sorrow is twinned with bliss
but you were too bewitched
by pheromones, a strangers lips
the intimacy of the tentative kiss
the smouldering beauty of his eyes
the complex nuances of chemistry-
to unpick, the tangled web of lies.