The despair of winter had buried me.

A Broken body, I curled for solace.

I felt myself sink through the earth,

Heart still, I am lost within myself.


A finger of warmth on my shoulder,

Gentle wakes me from my slumber.

Stretching into the damp darkness,

Hungrily taking in draughts of rich sod.


Cautiously I stretch my body into space,

Feeling grains of dirt scar my flesh anew.

My limbs are drawn towards the heat,

Until I can punch through to the day.


The hurt of the past drawn to my fibre,

But my wants nourished by hope.

Spring brings a new beginning,

I will bloom and prosper this season.


Dean Reeves

My Poetry

Ghost Tree

The First Fen Blow

You should look away

I have not woken 

Bottled Love

War end

A lover’s touch


Beauty of her nature 

Fierce Love

The Rat

My Moody Girl

We have met before…

You are….

Looking Up


Stare of the Moon

Holding the thread


Stone cold love

The imps are feasting

I am more than a tree

Wisbech Morning

The bleeding fields of Naseby

I did not cry

We are England

Curtain Call

Do not pity the English

Turning Left

Prosperity of Evil

Bang Up

“The Return of Black Shuck”

“I saw You” by Dean Reeves

“Bring the wind” by Dean Reeves

“I choose” by Dean Reeves

“Forgotten Dancer” by Dean Reeves

“Market Day” by Dean Reeves



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