In the middle of love


in the middle of love

in the middle of life

in the middle of London

what am I to do?

I could do a fuck-lot worse

than being



the middle

with you


We are in London for a dear friend’s wedding … Prompt:  Because we’re halfway through NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that reflects on the nature of being in the middle of something. The poem could be about being on a journey and stopping for a break, or the gap between something half-done and all-done. 


The Fortunate Ones

Respect. Photo: Iain Scott

Respect! You show courage

And sometimes I forget

Your support is like the floor beneath me

I don’t look where I tread


Our swirling, whirling life

We never seem to stop

but pause, fleetingly, in slipstreams, shouting:

“We’ve really done a lot”


The way you face things, the man you are

And it’s not easy, marriage

I don’t say this often enough:

Respect! You show courage


I’m doing National/Global Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo / GloPoWriMo) – write one poem, per day throughout April. Today’s prompt/challenge for 13th April was this: the number 13 is often considered unlucky, so today I’d like to challenge you to beat the bad luck away with a poem inspired by fortune cookies.