Ian Badcoe Poetry

The fog being what it is... ...the bellman comes and tolls his bell. His creaks tread up the outside stairs. The last few drunks lurch up fr...

A poem from 2011.  I'd almost forgotten this one, which is ironic when you consider the subject matter. This was inspired by an actu...

This one languished for a long time as just the first strophe and the idea of releasing the mice.  However on the train yesterday it got i...

The challenge was to write a poem using: translucent, black, ride, stuff, house, strike, purpose, yellow, peace, road The rough guide to...

This is a poem about dementia, which isn't something which has badly impacted me in my life.  Yet... (My Nan had it, but I wasn'...

(OK, so the northern star isn't a quasar, call it artistic license...) What's to say here? Maybe nothing.  Let the poem speak...