December 2019

Poem: December 2019, white text on artwork showing a river in flood

Poem: December 2019 (c) Lee McAulay. Artwork adapted from “Marsh Creek” by the British-born artist and teacher Arthur Wesley Dow, whose pupils included Georgia O’Keefe and Max Weber.

I’ve been busy offline for the last year or two. This is in lieu of what now seems to be an annual update on this site.

Let me know in the comments if you’d like more poetry from me, because I haven’t published any for a long time. Novels are still available. Maybe next year I’ll get round to finishing the latest in my silly steampunk series, but I can’t promise anything.

In the meantime, especially if you’re in need of lifting up, please check out the delightful “Deeply Meaningful Poetry for Very Serious People“, by Dawn Abigail (author) and Gwyneth Hibbett (illustrator). You’ll enjoy it.


Published in: on December 15, 2019 at 12:00 am  Leave a Comment  
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Something’s definitely in the air…

Over on Terri Windling’s blog, she has a wonderful post absolutely jam-packed with wild daffodils. Here’s a poem about Spring, written by me almost hmnhmnhmn-ahem! years ago.

Spring! (c) Lee McAulay 2015

(The artwork is Fruhling by Franz Stuck – click on the image to see a larger version)

The model also reminds me of Patti Smith, as photographed by her friend Robert Mapplethorpe for her album covers.

Published in: on April 15, 2015 at 12:00 am  Comments (1)  
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Poem: Racing By

Another poem from the archives: Racing By.

Written about the act of falling asleep. The photo is of my local river, taken from the footbridge, about four years ago in winter, early in the morning after a rare snowfall, and sadly not in the best of focus. Ho-hum.

voices in the night when it's quiet...

Slightly more Gothic than the rest of the poems I’ve set free, but less so than the ones I’ve kept hidden.

(Click on the image to see it full-size.)

Published in: on January 16, 2014 at 12:00 am  Comments Off on Poem: Racing By  
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Office Worker – or, The Wicker Man

Another poem. This one is in response to all those creative types who give presentations to corporate employees on How To Unleash Your Creativity At Work…

Thru me the wild wind blows

(Click on the picture to see it full size.)

Published in: on July 3, 2013 at 12:00 am  Comments (3)  
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Poem: Summer Drum

I’ve been trawling through my archives and came across some old poetry from wayyyy back. Thought you might like some (only the ones I’m prepared to admit to, not the Gothic teenage noodlings).

I walk; the hot summer sun beats on my dark hair, a drum

The Gothic teenage noodlings might have been a good series of posts if the internet had been around when I was a semi-Gothic teenager – I wrote at least one poem a day back then.

On second thoughts, they might just have been a lasting embarrassment haunting my every Internet move.

(Click on the image for a larger version.)

Published in: on June 4, 2013 at 12:00 am  Comments (3)  
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