Author Archives: Malcolm Henshall

Chocolate Love

Posted on 18 January 2021 by Malcolm Henshall

Your eyes sparkle like Spangles. When life is anything but a Picnic you are my Turkish Delight. To see you is a Treat. I know some times I come across as a Smartie pants, but you will always Boost my … Continue reading →

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Sole Man

Posted on 20 September 2020 by Malcolm Henshall

I am 45, ride a pushbike, wear a gabardine raincoat, belonged to my Dad, never washed. I live with my mum over the fish and chip shop. Like the batter on the haddock my mother’s love clings to me, dripping … Continue reading →

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Just in it for the Parking

Posted on 28 May 2020 by Malcolm Henshall

I am a man I am a man I am a man born of a woman who was fit and healthy I am a man born of a woman who had an unseen virus I am a man whose father … Continue reading →

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You Can’t Judge a Book…

Posted on 24 March 2020 by Malcolm Henshall

It was one of those strange places where one road full of shabby houses with old bikes, mattresses and empty beer bottles in the gardens, not to mention the St. Georges flag hanging from the window of number 35, ran … Continue reading →

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Sanctuary

Posted on 23 March 2020 by Malcolm Henshall

At my age I should not be ashamed or embarrassed of what I like. There should be no secrets guilty or not. But mine for the sake of this poem is a love for the TV series ‘Nashville’. People might … Continue reading →

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