Back while I was in secondary school, I wrote many poems for English classes. I much prefered to write a poem than an essay, for starters, particularly when it was in class. Some of this was homework where I could bounce my ideas off my parents, others were written in response to a short story, or a passage from a novel, or in one instance, a poster. Still others are things I wrote just because. My favourite is "The Fox" which was my first foray into non-rhyming poetry, and was written the day after we finalised our folders for GCSE. Sadly, after I left to go to a different sixth form, I never managed to get back more than my GCSE coursework, so several of the poems have disappeared forever. I never really had much reason to write my own poetry after GCSEs were over, but recently (one night when I really should have been asleep but was just too wide awake!) I've turned my hand to it again.

My poetry is of a very varied nature.. In many of these poems, silliness prevails, there's no doubt about that. But every so often, just now and again, really.. I manage to write something which I think is really moving. Don't feel that you have to agree, mind, but peruse these offerings and make up your own mind.