England, My England and It’s That Time Again

By Ian Copestick England, My England A miserable wet evening, grey skies and cold wind. England, my England. This land of grey and green. Summer's now over, and normal transmission has been resumed. Brooding skies with treacherous clouds, nothing to look forward to. Just month after month of god awful weather, being cold and wet …

Escape

By Ian Copestick As I walk there's a pleasant, green landscape full of young flowers, and trees so old. But it doesn't encapsulate the colours in my soul. There are dark, deep blues, purples and blacks Around the edges a crimson rage. Even now, I have to hold some of it back, or it would …

The Spirit

By Ian Copestick   Sweet suburbia on a summer evening, families sitting in front of their houses, getting ready for the 8'O'Clock applause to thank the N.H.S. The British people standing as one, now that there's a common foe. Perhaps this is it, that fabled blitz and Dunkirk spirit, that helped us fight alone against …

Renewal

By Ian Copestick   These light nights, after month after month of darkness after late afternoon. it feels so strange, but in a good way. The way it feels strange upon your birthday. Daffodils are blooming, but the trees still stand bare. surely it won't be long until new leaves are there. it's a renewal …

At the Top of the Hill

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 …

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 …

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, …

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 …

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 …

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 …