Cider

I've tried rum from Kingston

It was... fun.

I've tried vodka from Russia

It was lush.

But my heart belongs to something else, something that has its history dotted around 

My home 

like artefacts to rival Rome 

I speak of cider both cloudy and clear 

Which in terrible times erodes my fear 

Hereford

Rolling fields of verdant green 

Numerous times on the big screen 

From the great river that cuts like a knife 

That provided the ancients with their life

To out apple trees

Which provides cider for you and me 

This is my home, My life and my love

And I feel as though I fit like a hand in a glove.

A new chance

This is it, A new year, A new chance

A new tune for us to dance

A recipe to try

Or hair to dye

A chance to begin new chapters

And a chance for others to close.

A blank sheet

A blank sheet? What shall you be?

A poem? A painting? Or maybe a doodle?

Perhaps you’ll be a love note treasured for a lifetime?

Or a temporary reminder for an appointments time?

Whatever you will be remember your start

A blank page

And a willing heart

Poetry

You didn’t ask me

You say you dis this “For the young ones”

And yet you did not ask how this could affect us.

Now are education, work and Holidays are slashed

Watch Harvey’s performance of his new poem, My Hereford, created in response to the city he lives in, here.