By Ian Copestick As I stand at the top of the hill I gaze down onto a blanket of orange street lamps, mixing in with the deep, dark purple sky. It's a strange time, spring is knocking at the door, but winter is dragging it's heels. Holding on with storms Ciara and Dennis, battering us … Continue reading At the Top of the Hill
Feet Will Walk Forever
By Ian Copestick All afternoon, the snow it fell and the city came to a standstill. Just a light dusting, an inch or so, and no one knows how to drive. Me, I laugh at the fuming faces as I stroll on by. My shoe leather faster than their expensive engines. Which will soon … Continue reading Feet Will Walk Forever
Low Key, Chilled Out
By Ian Copestick A foggy, freezing cold night At the start of the new year. After taking the dog out For her nightly exercise. We enter the nice, warm Heated house. Open a Couple of bottles of wine, Eat nice cheeses and Salamis with crackers. The popular, hyped days Of the season are gone. But, … Continue reading Low Key, Chilled Out
Poems by Ian Copestick
By Ian Copestick It Helps It's a sunny day At the start of September. The Kind that makes Your endorphins Dance, puts a Spring in your Step and a song In your heart. You Need days like This. When it seems Like the world has Gone insane, and Nothing is going Right. It helps when … Continue reading Poems by Ian Copestick
Beauty and Bravery
By Ian Copestick Sitting, dozing as through the open Window comes the gorgeous aroma of Grass, trees and the countryside. Yes, life can be tough, at times it can Be darn near unbearable, but some Things are just made to be savoured. A warm, summer's night when I can See a beautiful, sleek fox … Continue reading Beauty and Bravery
A Mad Old Poet
By Ian Copestick I've just been upstairs to get changed I happened to look in the mirror As I was washing my hands. I think I'm finally looking like a poet. It's not the bald head with short Ginger stubble, or the pain filled Blue bloodshot eyes surrounded With wrinkles. It's the mad eyebrows. It's … Continue reading A Mad Old Poet
“Midnight Jazz”
By Ian Copestick Usually jazz isn't really my cup of tea But tonight as I sit here alone, headphones on Smoking cigarette after cigarette It perfectly sums up just how I'm feeling The lonesome horn, improvising Improving. Making new melodies Out of old. As the bass strings hum And thrum, the brushes lightly hitting … Continue reading “Midnight Jazz”
“Time Passes”
By Ian Copestick Next week, my niece, is 17 years old and starts having Driving lessons. She's already Got a car. It blows my mind. It seems like only a couple of Weeks ago that I was holding Her tiny hand as she started Taking her faltering, first steps As she learnt to walk … Continue reading “Time Passes”
“Dance”
By Ian Copestick This one life, this one chance It's the only one you'll get Make of it what you will It isn't over yet The choice is yours The time is now There are no second chances Sit on the sidelines moaning Or jump up, join in the dances Feel that beat inside … Continue reading “Dance”
“The Would-Be Hibernatory Blues”
By Ian Copestick It's dusk, a freezing, misty Winter"s evening. Snow in the Air, and remnants of it on the Ground, here and there, where The sun in the short daytime Hasn't reached. The daylight Lasts less than eight hours Before surrendering to Darkness once again. The Earth and the air feel tired, Waiting … Continue reading “The Would-Be Hibernatory Blues”
Academy of the Heart And Mind 