Ken Simm. : Writing

The Irish Girl

The Irish Girl

A Story by Ken Simm.


In bed, waiting for an Irish girl. A good Irish girl she said, not that I would doubt her, not for one moment. Shining in the moonlight. She undre..
Mi Mam & the Curate

Mi Mam & the Curate

A Poem by Ken Simm.


Monologue
Conan Doyle's Faries

Conan Doyle\'s Faries

A Poem by Ken Simm.


Let us begin When we’re caught on a whim That remembers us Moving through air With open, young faces bare To watch us go Changes as ..
A Victorian Poem of Self Love

A Victorian Poem of Self Love

A Poem by Ken Simm.


And under the sheets the boy awakes Light in his eye, his dream creates Heroes of ancient wars Men of strength and truth However hopeless and fa..
Findargad III Pendragon Dux Bellorum

Findargad III Pendragon Dux Bellorum

A Poem by Ken Simm.


A leaf falls And the world feels old In a once and future winter We sing of stone and crosses told The legions of Mithras Have all long..
Findargad II Tintagel A Celtic Dream

Findargad II Tintagel A Celtic Dream

A Poem by Ken Simm.


We can miss that vital boundary Lying beneath brown curled moss Feeling down at the virgin mound Soft with a shield and a Templar cross ..
Findargad 1

Findargad 1

A Poem by Ken Simm.


Spiral in the stone There’s a spirit and a devil on my shoulder Dark and teasing There is a light in the sun Flashing from lifted blade I..
Hanging fire

Hanging fire

A Poem by Ken Simm.


Hanging fire. An old dusty player The best in the world Played across the screen Some downfall of the world One based on all the others Single..
David 1917

David 1917

A Poem by Ken Simm.


My Grandfather