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Blog and Poetry
This is where I share my poetry, thoughts on the writing process, behind-the-scenes bits from my stories, stray ideas that won’t shut up, and general nonsense from life as a writer.
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Poetry
Galloping Free
White horses gallop free manes of spray whisked away in the wind Wave upon wave of equine splendour speeding by mouths foaming fountains...
Neil Bailey
Sep 17, 20251 min read
Candyfloss Cumulus
Puffs of pink. Rolling balls of cottonwool float in the distance, in the early morning sky; the sun not yet up. But its presence is felt...
Neil Bailey
Sep 13, 20251 min read
Alone
Lost in the world around me, as if detached from everything; a ghost among the living. No sensations. No breeze can be felt,...
Neil Bailey
Aug 31, 20251 min read
Rubble on the Ground
Broken bricks and masonry, old slates and slabs; smashed and discarded, left behind. And yet... What stories do you hold? What lives have...
Neil Bailey
Aug 28, 20251 min read
Sleep Come Take Me
Where are you sleep when I need you? Lying in the dark: waiting, wishing. Awake despite the late hour. Tossing and turning, twisting,...
Neil Bailey
Aug 25, 20251 min read
Crunch and Swish
As I sat yesterday In a queue of cars A woman caught my eye Late fifties At a guess. Not a beauty Not in bright clothes Not...
Neil Bailey
Aug 20, 20251 min read
The Lines on Your Face
Lined Lived in Lived Experiences triumphs failures learning etched on our bodies. A map of our past no key but a picture of a...
Neil Bailey
Aug 15, 20251 min read
Why couldn't you see me?
Why couldn’t you see me For who I was? For who I was trying to be? For the me I was offering The me that was yours The me who stood...
Neil Bailey
Aug 12, 20252 min read
The Last Star
Stars in the sky Black turns to a deep blue as dawn peeps over the horizon. The silence of the night left behind as the chorus...
Neil Bailey
Aug 8, 20251 min read
Rain Drop
Big droplets. Falling almost lazily from the pregnant clouds. Imagine if you will, that you can slow the flow. Not lessen. Not...
Neil Bailey
Aug 6, 20251 min read
The Whisper
Those days. Yes, you know them; where you could scream and rant, for nothing has gone your way. You’ve struggled, you’ve wept, ...
Neil Bailey
Aug 3, 20251 min read
Soar
Rising on the thermals,
wings fixed,
yet ever moving.
Neil Bailey
Aug 2, 20251 min read
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