Scratch City

A delight to have poetry whose lightness of touch and snapshots of city life are achieved with words which tease, excite and frighten the reader into seeing the world afresh...
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'the long shot, all tee'd up.
Old man Autumn, the short-sighted golfer,
squints towards Spring's distant green and
blasts off... into
the rough.'

An acorn, this.

There's often an edginess, too; the awful heaven of the shopping mall; the mad -

'maybe that's what keeps her crazy carpet slippers shuffling'

and the angry -

'rattling someone like a street-collector's tin with only coppers in it.'

And there's playfulness and resilience in the nimbleness of this poet's mind and eye. A treat of a collection.