Welcome to Fen Creative Poetry
I have written a range of poetry, which has been published in various magazines and anthologies.
Each month, a different poem from Fen Creative will be loaded:
Poem of the month
The Church at Quy
The church at Quy will survive
My own demise and, after I've died,
Its long, golden fingers will be
Forced to carry on;
To move in high, nearly infinite circles
As I have always done;
Never able to go back and
Stopping only when others stop
Caring for me
Only then will children, learning to tell the time,
See where those hands are pointing:
Beyond the bare lines and naked trees of a
Frozen Cambridgeshire winter.
They know not yet the hours of the day nor the
Secrets of the standing stones which,
If asked, could tell every visitor where
We were laid after long lives of
Nearly endless days, spent getting nowhere.
Contact
You can contact me at any time on fencreative@yahoo.co.uk
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