Author: Barry Tebb

They have vanished, the pop men with their varnished crates Of Tizer and dandy, American ice-cream soda and one percent […]

Lavender musk rose from the volume I was reading through, The college crest impressed in gold, tooled gold lettering on […]

A page of the ‘Kelmscott’ Chaucer Seen through out cottage window When the Pennines were blind with snow Flurrying round […]

It brings to mind Swift leaving a fortune to Dublin ВЂ˜For the founding of a lunatic asylum – no place […]

I Eddie Linden Dear Eddie we’ve not met Except upon the written page And at your age the wonder Is […]

STANDING IN EDEN 1 Poetry claimed me young on Skegness beach Before I was born I answered her cry For […]

You were the one I wanted most to know So like yet unlike, like fire and snow, The casual voice, […]

Arriving for a reading an hour too early: Ruefully, the general manager stopped putting out the chairs. “You don’t get […]

You are my dream Of the East You are my life In the West Fused in one You begin my […]

I have no camera but imagination’s tinted glass I cannot pass this crumbling dry stone wall Without a break to […]

I was never a film buff, give me Widmark and Wayne any day Saturday matinйes with Margaret Gardener still hold […]

Eamer o’ Keefe with your tinge of brogue And Irish warmth, Daisy and Debjani With your karma and cool verse, […]

“Remember, you loved me, when we were young, one day” The words of the song in Tauber’s mellifluous tenor Haunt […]

Alone in Sutton with Fynbos my orange cat A long weekend of wind and rain drowning The tumultuous flurry of […]

When I come from the Smoke to visit my son on the ward I see you everywhere: by the station, […]

The women are all wearing imitation silk scarves, Blackpool or Biarritz, sipping Woman, masticating The morning’s post, new babies and […]

for Brenda Both had come with no gardener but the soul; I had myself expressed them in weariness, Like the […]

I sit inside the train of tears The station mellow in shade Unoriginal phrases air-brush the canvas. Puzzling minds I […]

Eggshell and Wedgwood Blue were just two Of the range on the colour cards Dulux Tailored to our taste in […]

for Daniel Weissbort Some poems meant only for my eyes About a grief I can’t let go But I want […]