Category Archives: Verses


Swans out of the north, pushed by wind, sweep in like caped cavalry; lanced uhlans in flight from a broken field. A litter of sudden grey stones creep across the pasture – another drop of fieldfares late last night. Smoke … Continue reading

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Urthona Review

Urthona arts journal has reviewed my ‘Wandering About’, and I’m pleased. Review in the arts journal, Urthona  issue 32 Harry Nicholson is uniquely himself in ‘Wandering  About’. Here is a poet with working-class origins who writes of his native North-East … Continue reading

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That’s The Way to Do It

Egton show last month – it was dry for a change – we watched the Punch and Judy right through (when was the last time? Yonks ago.) After that I had a week in a converted WW2 Observation post opposite … Continue reading

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Blooming Heather

We are just back from a ‘quick’ trip onto the local moor to see the heather in bloom, it is exceptional this year. I took an obscure road, and got lost in the midst of the greater North Yorks Moors … Continue reading

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What a Poetry Reviewer looks for

Originally posted on Emma Lee's Blog:
I recently came across a suggestion that self-published poetry books could be seen as lacking credibility or editorial rigour. That’s not my experience as a reviewer. It’s fair to say a self-published poet…

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Wandering About

After gentle prompts from my good lady, this month I published many of my poems from the last twenty years. It was easily done through CreateSpace, and is to be found as paperback and eBook on Amazon, Poems inspired by … Continue reading

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Vajrasattva (diamond-being) enamel on copper – from a 7thC Indian image. I’ve neglected these pages of late, I’ve been transcribing a late veteran’s war memoir (it’s been accepted into the Imperial War Museum and the Australian Memorial) and editing a … Continue reading

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The sky is empty Grey wind off the green North Sea The swallows have fled

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This England

It was today and just a few miles further up Eskdale: Seven years ago I begged some cuttings from one of the champion growers. They were red gooseberries, yellow, and green, and they all rooted. I treated them like royalty … Continue reading

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The cuckoo is back on the hill

The cuckoo returns Now the haze of birch changes From purple to green

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