The Scarecrow (Poem)

Darkened sky,Barren hill –Bloody field,Deathly still.Circling cryRings the sky,High aboveThe scarecrow. Hanging head,Flapping wind,Tortured mouth –Weight of sin.All who passLaugh at him,Passing byThe scarecrow. Limp in limb.Heavy eyesDrooping, seeAll that lies.Not a word,Not a sound –MercifulThe scarecrow.

Behind the songwriting process for ‘Spring Rain’ (with lyric video)

Behind the scenes It might be erroneous to advertise that I can give a full behind-the-scenes tour of the writing of this song, as frankly it has been a couple of years since its genesis, and I can’t remember much of how it started. I don’t know which part was the first idea to come. … More Behind the songwriting process for ‘Spring Rain’ (with lyric video)

Spring Rain

As I write, the skies are beginning to rumble. May is drawing to a close, and Summer is breaking upon us with thundery conditions expected over the next few days. But you didn’t come here for a weather report – unless you’re interested in more than just what the meteorologists have to say. In other … More Spring Rain

The Santa Myth

I don’t remember when I stopped believing in Santa Claus. In fact, I don’t remember when I ever believed. I think if I did, the penny had already dropped by the time I was maybe 7 years old and my Grandad came beaming into the room one Yuletide wearing a red dressing gown stuffed with … More The Santa Myth