Poetry Launch



Book Launch Bring the Rising Home by Mike Jenkins





Doors closed today darkness descends


Another link with family chains

Of affinity and a past with no ends


I remember your eyes no pretence


Our father’s brothers


Surviving active war service

Your father died too young

Disease ridden housing

TB a virulent strain

In homes for heroes

My father remained

Grieving in his silence


Listening now

Part’s The Angels

While others sleep

In darkness I weep



It was that familiarity

When we met

Immediate recognition

Unmistakeable connections


I watched you laugh

In Catford Dogs

The days in the village

During summer breaks

You loved my dad

In the absence of your father

Both of you laughing

A shared understanding


You shared his eyes

The brilliance of smiles

Before laughter came through


I was not told of your leaving

A break in itself


No vigil

No wake

No gathering

Just afterwards

I knew your eyes were mine too


A recognition


Children’s Games – Remember?

“The literature of childhood abounds with evidence that the peaks of a child’s experience are not visits to the cinema, or even family outings to the sea, but occasions when he escapes into places that are disused and overgrown and silent. To a child there is more joy in a rubbish tip than a flowery rockery, in a fallen tree than a piece of statuary, in a muddy track than a gravel path.”

Iona Opie, Children’s Games in Street and Playground: Chasing, Catching, Seeking, Hunting, Racing, Dueling, Exerting, Daring, Guessing, Acting, and Pretending