Somerset Poems - Poems about Somerset

January years ago, confused far away I was with the cold. Landed in Bristol on a snowy airport, as snowed were the meadows and frosted my mind. A trip to say hello and goodbye to a...Read the rest...

(etymology of a surname: Larcombe) somewhere in the deepest dark of Somerset, was a secret cumb, I know of not yet where ancients did note that many a Larke would wing, for food, to brood, and sing in those times a...Read the rest...

Strolling by the River Avon, I found somebody, Strolling to nowhere, I found a person. I looked at the river, I followed the water. I saw somebody walking...Read the rest...

Dozy with Cider The tavern was quiet but for old farmer John, when the Kings rider strode in demanding a bed, He ordered his ale and sat next to the old sage, “Where be all the villagers?” he said. Farmer...Read the rest...

Back then she was singing the blues, In a smaller club where the sunset- Splashed the walls in various hues, On a plummy street called Somerset. I was introduced to her backstage, In that far away, long ago place, Before she...Read the rest...

White cars stationary on their roofs blocking rural arteries whilst severing others Unexpected loss of vertical hold and bodily functions frozen in the failing headlights Beautiful greenery ablaze, beside the twisted wreckage of man. A movement shakes away...Read the rest...