Made Strange by Timecomprises lyric poetry inspired by the poet’s awareness of the curiousways in which the passage of time affects us. The tone is reflective, sometimesphilosophical and often with a wry, self-deprecatory humour. Achieving a degreeof timelessness by its mix of traditional forms, Made Strange by Time covers subjects from thepersonal to the universal to the everyday - memories of childhood; love andlonging; fear of the future; thoughts on a country walk; a shop closingdown. By turns poignant, thought-provoking,and gently comic, the collection will have a broad appeal.
Putting the Clocks Back
Winter’s harvesting autumn from the trees;
Another infection has wheeled you away.
In your apartment, on my hands and knees,
I curse the heating’s digital display,
Which seems to think I’m fluent in Chinese
And somehow turns an hour into a day.
I see it now, you cominghome to freeze
And die – all for a single hour’s delay.
If only we were back in clockwork times
And you were still the winder to and fro,
Counting down atsix the wireless chimes
Then smoothing out the seconds, fast and slow.
If only we had stuck at yesterday,
And I’d no need to take this hour away.
Made Strange by Timecomprises lyric poetry inspired by the poet’s awareness of the curiousways in which the passage of time affects us. The tone is reflective, sometimesphilosophical and often with a wry, self-deprecatory humour. Achieving a degreeof timelessness by its mix of traditional forms, Made Strange by Time covers subjects from thepersonal to the universal to the everyday - memories of childhood; love andlonging; fear of the future; thoughts on a country walk; a shop closingdown. By turns poignant, thought-provoking,and gently comic, the collection will have a broad appeal.
Putting the Clocks Back
Winter’s harvesting autumn from the trees;
Another infection has wheeled you away.
In your apartment, on my hands and knees,
I curse the heating’s digital display,
Which seems to think I’m fluent in Chinese
And somehow turns an hour into a day.
I see it now, you cominghome to freeze
And die – all for a single hour’s delay.
If only we were back in clockwork times
And you were still the winder to and fro,
Counting down atsix the wireless chimes
Then smoothing out the seconds, fast and slow.
If only we had stuck at yesterday,
And I’d no need to take this hour away.