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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 171 min read
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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 131 min read
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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 311 min read
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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 281 min read
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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 251 min read
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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 201 min read
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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 151 min read
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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 122 min read
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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 81 min read
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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 61 min read
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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 31 min read
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Soar
Rising on the thermals,
wings fixed,
yet ever moving.
Neil Bailey
Aug 21 min read
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