I promote writing as a therapy.

“Got a frown, write it down, Feeling blue, a pen will do”

Some of my work is deep, considered and emotive and some is daft.

The performing bug has bitten me along with the writing and I am reluctant to hand back the microphone.

I have a flat full of poetry, stories and compilations of undefined genres.

I will be famous when I am dead (well at least for 15 minutes)

John Welsh not dead just resting.

EARTH HEALTH CHECK

Inspired by Lincoln Cathedral bells.
(A NATURE’S LAMENT)

I CRIED AGAIN LAST EVENING
IT WAS MUCH MORE THAN THE USUAL ACHE
MY WHOLE BEING WAS IN SPASM
FIRE, FLOOD AND EARTHQUAKE

THE FAULT LINES WERE UNEASY
MY VOLCANOES BOILING HOT
SKIES AND SEAS ALL TURBULENT
AT REST! NO, I WAS NOT

WAS IT A HUMAN DISTURBANCE?
AN AGITATION IN MY CORE
WERE THE MOON AND STARS ALL OUT OF LINE
OR WAS IT SOMETHING MORE?

PEOPLE TALK ABOUT “THE END OF”
DISCUSS THE CYCLE OF TIME
I AM THE EARTH AND WHEN I AM GONE
NO BELLS WILL EVER CHIME