Andrew Hawkins

While the jury is still out about life beginning at 40 it seems, for me at least, poetry began at 40.

Other than the enforced scribblings of a young child I haven't written poetry for thirtysomething years. In February of 2010 that changed. Don't ask me why, I have no idea.

These pages will show you what happens when the dam bursts.

It's now 2012 and the once prolific scribblings have stopped. The poems that used to come thick and fast now only come intermittently, in the last 12 months I've written but a handful. In the meantime while I wait for the muses return I will post some of my older works and hope they inspire me to write more often or to trigger whatever it was that once caused the floodgates to open.