Category Archives: My Poems

Spring Awakening – a revised poem by Ardhan Swatridge

Days of winter wet, overcoat days and duck down nights.We wake to analyse the shuttered light, peering through the gloom,and listen for the signs of windblown leaves or spattered rain;our blanket moods grown heavy with the wait. But today is … Continue reading

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Another Chance – by Ardhan Swatridge

A new poem by Ardhan (Paul) Swatridge – October 2019 We learned so much: How not to trust, how not to feel and if we did, to hide our fear our loneliness, our inner truth, at any cost. The rules … Continue reading

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Wild One – Record of a dream, written on a train, given to a stranger

I know I am alive, but forget to remember and rejoice. So now, awake, I celebrate, Defying the numbness of my normal life. In my dream I glow And move with a singing vibrancy. I flow, with the current of … Continue reading

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Ode to Misha

Born in the forest Brought by her mother Fearful and timid Infested and starving She begged us to keep her This traumatised puppy So cute and appealing We couldn’t deny her The chance of a home But she tested our … Continue reading

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A Winter of Words

In a winter of words the verbal garden hibernates. The streams dry up in a drought of expression, a writer’s depression. It is pencil down-time where poetry lies fallow; barren silence on a blank page. It’s a waiting time, a … Continue reading

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Men’s Rights of Passage

Exposed chests drip fresh blood to the earth below. The mirror smashed; red dark cave of grief and despair. Alone together – in silence, sweet surrender. Let this death sink in. Scars on the inside release the puss of ancient … Continue reading

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THE BEAST IN THE BASEMENT – part one

When a man overcomes his fear of the dark and resolves at last to journey down into the dungeon of himself; one tentative step follows another, through ancient cobwebs and skeletons of dust, till the damp floor of some forgotten … Continue reading

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