Guest Poem by Nick Grundy

Nick Grundy was born in Manchester in the 1950s and grew up on the edge of the Peak District. He studied at Sheffield and Manchester universities and worked as a teacher in England, Greece and France. He recently retired and now lives with his wife and daughter in Nantes on the French Atlantic coast.

Verbal Economy: Getting Your Words’ Worth…

Windy Day Rewind

I saw lots of daffodils
Seeming to dance in the wind;
Thinking of them still makes me smile.

A Touch of Frost…

The snowy woods look nice.
My horse and I would linger,
But we’ve got too much to do.

Marvel Soon under Marble?…

We’ve no time for this slow wooing,
We’ll soon get old and die…
So let’s get physical now!

Will and Testament…

Please don’t mourn for me;
Forget you ever knew me;
Leave me to the worms.

Quickly Donne…

This flea bit us both,
Mingling our blood, like marriage…
Ah! Your thumbnail’s just divorced us!

By Byron By Night…

She walks at night-time:
A somnambulist, I think,
And a very lovely one.

Burns Down the House…

Oops! My plough’s just destroyed a mouse-nest,
Making her a homeless wee beastie…
Sorry, but my worries are bigger than yours, my friend