poem for National Poetry Day UK 7/10/21

as time slips i sip the hours
suntime nonsense flower
dreamer amidst woody bowers
weekend woman springing out
feeling her breathy path by breeze
toward sun stance
hip swung nonchalance
among happiness in bluebells


i, not quite, of the bluebells
increasingly away with the flowers
giddy, sing-song, gone wrong
gossamer rhyme blossom
coming alive

not so much singer as song
not so much goer as gone

waiter upon bees
turning to be

cowslip, daff
meadow sweet

flowering at last
a rose
as if

(A. H / K. H-H, 1st April 2019)


— the narratives of life
with which the dead can’t live

A. H (10th July 2021)


tyranny breeds where it cannot be
as its legions freeze stuck in some dream

freedom breathes wherever it deems
the breath of a smile in love’s eye gleam

A. H / K. H-H (23rd November 2019)

for us all

dream healing

is there no escape
sucked into reason’s vortex
whirled by a prose world
i spit shadow stone tablets
until sense breathes tear-gasped formless
grace-fallen process
word-ditch ignorant gone


cloud moulded rain dried peasant
ramblewide parishbound
leaflit gold as klimt
rich as a breeze on the meaning of seasons
pass pilgrim pass
to harmony

K. H-H / A. H (22nd November 2019)

lie tired

where do they come from
these rules that hide the sun

with promises they bind you
run true their maze rat run

. . .

run rat run

the rat has proved its maze
run it forth and back
in all conditions set
by white coated black hearts
‘objective’ in their lack

continued here

knot iii

so often i make
light difficult to follow
shelters, diversions
choices hidden, forgotten,

yet light remains to follow

am i really tied at all

A. H / K. H-H (1 November 2018)