The Tree of Life Some more poetry from our summer of canal travel (CaCaPoMo = Caleb’s Canal Poetry Month) – I’m sat inside, sheltering...

Marsden Moor, above the Standedge Tunnel – the kind of view Thomas Bourne saw day after day after day… (image from...

Thank goodness for those extra CRT lights… Having arrived at Standedge Tunnel on Tuesday night, we were thwarted in getting through on...

People defying By-Law 41 (image via the Examiner). On Tuesday, we travelled up through locks 9 to lock 42 (yes, a lot of locks) on the...

Huddersfield Narrow Canal Lock 4E (image from geograph.org.uk) A bit of catch-up from the journey and its poems so far. Here’s a poem...

Our route from North to West For the next month, we are on the move aboard Reenie again headed back towards Bristol…Where I am starting a...

lizard fish bird mammal shrimp brain innit Here’s something for the last day which – (YES I CHEATED but I had nothin’ left for April, ya...

Twisty Tim Burton Trees… Yes, I know I’m nearly a week late – but I really haven’t had the chance up to know to be a Completist and put...

The Sloth: A Big Deal (for real) Here’s my news story-based poem (using pretty much just words from the article itself). The story was...

“The shelves around his office are full of shiny awards, shrivelled words. “ Number twenty-seven and off-prompt. Something inspired by a...

Like a satellite, all I can see of him is a distant silver spin – Here’s an attempt / variation on a curtal sonnet, based on an overheard...

Your orders… Friday’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to write something using anaphora, a way of repeating the same phrase in a poem to explore and...

“Egg raining aloe vera” I loved doing the homophonic translation last year – which produced this vulgar thing from a Danish poem. As I...

I’ve been at a poetry course tonight (with the marvellous Rommi Smith) and we’ve been talking about syllables. So we wrote a cinquain, a...

“Her name is Barb. She’s never shut. The one-sided sign on the door reads: OPEN.” So a ‘children’s poem’ very much in the vein of Roald...

Maybe that’s how New York would want it: rude and random. I’m not sure – but here it is, anyway: Low Angle Monday 21st April, 17.59. ‘The...

The view from Castle Hill above Huddersfield Here’s my rubaiyat (though I think I lost the rhyme scheme in the last two stanzas – gah!),...

a tall empty form... Something that started as a sort of ‘mock poem’ but I thought I’d turn it into a slightly less mock-poem…Based on a...

Our bus across the Yorkshire countryside was not like the Wensleydale Omnibus, alas. http://www.wensleydaleomnibus.co.uk/‎ Final poem of...

“She’s the actual one, you know, who hooted through the hall of Hogwarts. In the film. Really.” Up to Wednesday! The prompt/challenge was...