The Poetry of Rob Radcliffe

Another travelling poem, written when I was actually travelling - physically, that is. I’ve passed through a lot of stations since I wrote this, physically and philosophically, but I sometimes think this pilgrimage will only end when the engine stops.
Pilgrim
Day snakes
Along miles of track,
Trees either side sprint
Into distance,
The engine pulls me with its drone
To […]

This is from when I was travelling back and forth between home and and my University town, must be about 15 years ago now (how time creeps on). Not a major poem, I was just feeling miserable today, thought it could be worse and dug this poem out.
Hopefully, at the rate I update this […]

This was written during what friends have been calling my “window period”, when I would write lots of poems from the perspective of looking through a window. This one was conceived while looking out of a window on the 4th floor of Manchester Central Reference library, it was raining, people were going about their […]