I am like an iris trying to colour with blue grape. But, the canvas is snatched away. I am like a Cedar Waxwing trying to sing in a place...

Climb up that steep hill There are no hedges, no tracks A rural, russet light is sure to delight us Reach the far summit There is a...

The red road becomes our ski slope when its bricks are hidden by ice. Sledging, we scratch silver sheets and feel our laughter and...

A tricube poem (written on holiday): Portwrinkle housed pilchards for a time. Fish cellars became home to soldiers. New uses for pilchard...

I see God’s beauty in your eyes of paradise. Then, stillness strikes me. The peace of the world waits for the sun’s upper rim to break...

Gripping life as Paris holds onto the promise of victory. Problems mount as Paris considers being a supreme ruler. Losing air as Paris...

Cherishing some time on the beach with dear Rosie: Barking wavefronts I hear chords as we sit on beach stones and absorb wavefront barks...

The illusion works better than orange, sodium streetlights. All I could ever wish for. Heartfelt and hearty. Domestic bliss, a pedestal...

The hypostatic union shines brighter than Sirius Full God, full man, gripped on the cross waiting... the man’s body dies tearing a...

In man our keratin grows from our follicles. We host this sorcery, sightless. Silent. Our hair covers bodies. Barricading the sun,...

producing poison is to unsettle a soul and then demand it to find an apex in cornerless countries. to rip its outline with uncaring,...

So pleased to have one of poems (entitled (Backbone’) featured in the next issue of Marble (Broadsheet) - happy days! Please check out...

Holidays are the icing on the cake. The buttercream. Bad times in our lives swallow kindnesses. The hurting ice. Water droplets lose heat...

My bloodline forms road markings as I walk through the village. Rough senses of rawness and rage and a rare resilience creep across my...

I’m pro verb. I’m pro noun. I’m for all the intricate beauties of language. Chemical synthesis is the other pea in the proverbial pod.

This free event should be fun! See https://www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/poetry-chemistry-as-form-tickets-151937716801

Fun with anagrams (either side of the line): Overwater; this Cumbrian orb that stares avidly on fens — Broad, wet cherubs; my rather...

Please enjoy my poem ‘Fruit’ on the Spilling Cocoa over Martin Amis blog: https://www.spillingcocoa.com/fruit-by-stephen-wren/?fbclid=IwA...