Hard Centre Why chocolate box that so attracts - the honeyed stone, a cottage thatch, by packhorse bridge, pink pastel walls, with hollyhocks, delphiniums, wisteria, bunched purple grapes? Is it wanting outside latrine, ash to clear daily from the grate, the damp patch creeping up the walls, the gentle rot of window frames, or candle … Continue reading Five British Poems by Stephen Kingsnorth
Rather British Poems
By Stephen Kingsnorth Ilkley Crags Far from south western sibling tors these stubby crags emerge from peat, amongst scrag season's heather, gorse; but mother loved these Yorkshire moors so different from her Exmoor stags. Yarn Dunster lass, strode tussocks, tufts, the billowed gale, church choir let loose to chant baht ‘at with ducks … Continue reading Rather British Poems
Poems by Stephen Kingsnorth
Reel Journeys Few weekend miles I pedal bike through juggernauts, a colporteur, of imaginations, peddler, to change her library books, as scout to scour travel shelves for tomes, to take round globe poor-sight shut-in. I, from saddle, expedition lead, survey routes, change climate, clime, prepare her passage, appoint path, sail wave, hack jungle … Continue reading Poems by Stephen Kingsnorth
Three Poems by Stephen Kingsnorth
Sanga Wrap, face, skin reflecting pile pineapples, toothy sarong fruit vendors sentry corners, slow spiral screw to mountains drag-drawn from flatland haze. Lushed tier paddies, suspended tanks, glitter dun-lime battle grounds, side-step from trunked trunk haulers, gross chink-link necklaces, chained to logs and bored mahouts; noising in the jungle edge, pale emerging stolid heads, … Continue reading Three Poems by Stephen Kingsnorth
Poems by Stephen Kingsnorth
Frontliners Beyond the pale, these frontier folk, except, that front both moved and changed, just as the daily weather map, whether a high or low approach. My front has isolation glaze, bow window pain, a fender bend. And closer home the mask of gauze trussed over zygomatic arch supported ears, hide nose and mouth, but … Continue reading Poems by Stephen Kingsnorth
Poems by Stephen Kingsnorth
Nesting Colly I have only one basket, moss sheets in designer bowl. I set it near my pantry - hedging best for greater storms. Its lining prevents cracking so eggs nestle undisturbed - about, distracting clutter - jealous it be left alone. It looks like last year’s cradle - that sets me … Continue reading Poems by Stephen Kingsnorth
Poems by Stephen Kingsnorth
Draughty Winds Those minor things of no report - but I first found them there - make mark more than bedpost notch, and vivid, forty on. The old bus they drove us touring though southern states at war - grandiose white churches, some black guy cutting lawn. Between gigs we slept coach seats, … Continue reading Poems by Stephen Kingsnorth
Poems by Stephen Kingsnorth
Meet up at the River With Chris, by reeds, before day heat, dawn song went down to the river. He, college man, middle ‘Yonges’, long gone, soul and body doctor, journal only google, atrial fibrillation access, leaving own sugar needle flask once on station platform, boarding panic. Assamese coffee shop, assumed hippy … Continue reading Poems by Stephen Kingsnorth
Poems by Stephen Kingsnorth
Inhibitors When they die I truly live, inhibitors put in their place, reveal the well wrapped, buttoned me. The sunshine strip has sloughed the outer layers off, factor eight, nine or ten cannot protect from running blood. Your distress, your unease, is at honesty, not my disease. What a dangerous globe it is when … Continue reading Poems by Stephen Kingsnorth
Poems by Stephen Kingsnorth
Primer I find my place to make my stand, measure with feet my dancing steps, create a fiction, nearer truth than factual paragraph of prose. My primer coat is Latin phrase or Anglo-Saxon early terms, then later English verbal words preparatory to painting phase. The seasoned shades now honeyed, waft, sensed … Continue reading Poems by Stephen Kingsnorth
Academy of the Heart And Mind 