A preternatural end-of-November day, Skies sober, a dark cloud on Thursday, Over Muncaster, the Castle haunted, With many a room ancient, enchanted. Firstly boardroom, a business meeting space, Logs constantly fed the vintage fireplace. Medieval place, with character all the way, Artworks and textiles stunning the hallway. Plenty of activities to partake, into the night,…
Month: December 2025
Composed in Manchester
I composed this poem at Arndale Centre, In Waterstones right by the poetry corner, Not budging, minding my own business, Browsing over Sissay’s morning poems, And skimming through BZ’s ‘Dis Poetry’, When two young students dropped by. Obviously studying English and well-read, But oblivious of my adjacent existence. Over books they roamed and harshly analysed,…