The Poetry Bar


They can form in an instant
as tiny waterdrops
crystalize from a great height
as mercury retreats
Race to the grid
a dangerous one
as jack frost waits
to turn rain into ice
Clear as the sunshine shines
they reach for the floor
aiming for a path or brook
only to be stopped – dead
No longer aqueous
More solid than liquid
tiny air bubbles trapped
suspended by cold
And as the icicle grows
the runner up takes the prize
heading for the stream
as no1 gets caught frozen
I’m a poet who hails from Salford , England.  Home to James Joule , LS Lowry and Humphrey Booth – and plenty of other scientists and artists.  These great men have provided me with lots of inspiration in my writing.  I also get inspiration from the countries i visit and events i volunteer at…currently part of the volunteer squad of the Imperial War Museum (North) where i help out in the galleries….you can find me at or
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