Scott Coe is a performance poet and artist currently based in Peterborough. He believes poetry should always be written from the heart – it’s all about feeling and is always at it’s best when written in the moment, when the thoughts run straight from your soul to the pen.
He began writing, not as a poet, but as a lyricist, citing the likes of Noel Gallagher, Guy Chambers, Lennon and McCartney, and Bob Dylan as primary influences. In terms of Poetry he recalls being influenced by Wordsworth and Shakespeare’s sonnets. Recently he’s been spending more time discovering works by other more established poets. In particular he’s been drawn to the likes of Rupert Brooke, Lord Byron and R.S Thomas.
The moist grass From dawn mist My lips parch For your kiss The air bright With dawn song For your eyes Will I long The world stirs From dawn's touch My heart yearns For love such The moist grass From dawn mist My lips part From your kiss.
Wearing the fragrance of last night's dinner Upon your jumper Perfume of India and the Orient Of empire's plunder Bathed in decadence of finest ginger Upon your soft skin Consumed of riches given up for lent The flavour of sin Masking radiance of last night's lover When you were consumed Too soon into sin, the saffron all spent Your flower bloomed.
Since I was a child You watched over me Through time and tide On land and sea To keep me safe In the dead of night My guardian soul And guiding light I'm now a man And you're still there Watching my life Outside my air I feel your touch Through tides on a beach And you feel ours Through Apollo's reach Every child before And all those since From the lonely orphan To the richest prince Has glazed at you With all they feel And wished on the stars They could touch you like Neil Older and wiser Than I'll ever be Held in the bosom Of Earth's gravity You're always there Forever my friend From my beginning Until my end.