Guernsey Poets

With catapult, once school was finished, I went to hunt in woodland, high above Belfast, in summer light and heard, among leafed branche...

One knee’s sore from kneeling We used to give applause, We still perform the actions But no one remembers the cause, There’s a persona...

‘Mine’s a pint’ She’ll order it without thinking, The irony is She shouldn’t be drinking, Later at the chippy She’ll order a large fi...

Prince Albert with his pier-side view and Hugo up on Candie’s rock must tremble, if a stone statue can tremble when it gets a shock as...

Do you remember saucy page three It was a sight for sore eyes to see And (wrongly it seems) we revelled in our misogyny We were always d...

In this secret cabaret Sheets in twisted disarray Hair disheveled, skin unclean The mirrors misted ghostly sheen Amidst this den of tort...

Born a bit later, I didn't suffer the war only witnessing the damage, left behind the wrecking of homes and families, the disease and...

Its 11 o’clock on a December day I’m lazing around Drinking hot chocolate and eating crisps …and I’ve got the light on – Wasting the ele...