A Delicate Balance and 11 P.M. Saturday

By Ian Copestick A Delicate Balance I was just looking through my note book. In the last 4 months, since everything in my life went horribly wrong. Since my beloved woman of 18 years, and then my father died, I've had 10 new poems published. Before I used to get that many published in 1 … Continue reading A Delicate Balance and 11 P.M. Saturday

Blazing

By Ian Copestick Daffodils, daisies, and dandelions, the colours yellow and white blazing against the green background, even when wet, and rained upon is a sight that gladdens my heart. After months of skeletal naked trees, and muddy churned up grass that looks like the Somme, to see colours other than grey and green, the … Continue reading Blazing

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 … Continue reading England, My England and It’s That Time Again