Featured poet | Mark Borg

The next ‘Stanza’ session at The Leopard is on Tuesday 20th March at 7.30pm. Admission free. All welcome.

Our featured poet this month is Mark Borg.

Mark was born in London and educated at Sussex and Nottingham Universities. He lives in Staffordshire and is a qualified children’s social worker and therapist.


Love as told at fifty
can be exciting too,
though nowhere near as nifty,
nowhere near as blue.

You have to get more thrifty,
have to be more true
to Time that ticks too swiftly,
the injuries years accrue.

Nor need you act so shifty,
you can give yourself a clue
to how you feel at fifty-
you can tell your lover too!


A man needs to mount his steed at dawn,
ride without a word to horizons new;
a man needs to leave, before too long,
gaze from the porch of a different view.

For a man’s like a shark in a goldfish bowl,
with his restless heart and his rootless soul;
stand him at a window and he’ll mist the glass;
show him something solid and he’ll find a hole.

For a man will ride in circles from a loving point,
and keep coming back ’til he figures he’s home;
for a man will keep riding ’til he learns, at last,
that every goddamn trail leads to ashes and loam.


You lie here too young too long, my friends,
you lie here too young too long,
for the springs and the autumns and the springs have come,
and the winters and the summers have gone.

Yet still you lie so still, my friends,
yet still you lie so still;
for you will not be fooled into life again,
will not be fooled by far wilier men,

will not be giving your lives again,
if only, if only you could.
If only, if only you could wake, my friends,
if only, if only you could wake;

for you could tell all the world what it’s like to be hurled
out of warm lives and far into cold,
frozen in youth without wrinkle or fold:
Perhaps, then, we all would awake.


O let me tell you –
for I must! –
that for every man
who’s ever shot
that distant apple
off the steady head;

for every trusting son
who’s stood tree-strong
and known their dad
would never miss:
there’s a million more
who surprised fell dead.


But with greater rigour
do the muscles strain against
the webbing cords
that Time weaves round.

Mind, taking issue with memory,
strives to recollect its thoughts,
to gather the scattered mercury
of dreams amid the shattered glass.

As for the heart, that wasted muscle
knows neither stop nor go,
but hammers against its bars,
else schemes its escape to light.

And all for a few more beats,
for one more thought to understand,
one more hand to hold,
rush of day, drift of night.


Happily within the meanings of words
I drive my car, obeying their rules,
never straying from the lane of language,
struggling – ever – with the gutturals of grammar.

O, where I’m driving, I don’t really care,
as long as smooth words roll under my wheels,
and whatever words mean – so what, so what! –
as long as they’re spoken, as long as they’re there.



About theleopard66

I am a member of the Stoke Stanza of The Poetry Society and run a bi-monthly Poems & Pints event in Alsager.
This entry was posted in Recent Poems. Bookmark the permalink.

One Response to Featured poet | Mark Borg

  1. Mike Fuller says:

    Hi Mark!,

    I’m forever leaving comments on my computer, so I thought I’d contact you!
    Great Poems!!! ‘Psychologist!?’ There certainly is that deep brainy feel about your work!
    I’ve learnt ‘The Moon’ recently by William McGonagall, whose poetry is of course believed
    to be bad, but at least his is clear, rhymes and makes sense, I don’t mean that against you,
    but so many so called ‘Great Poets’ work is what Clive James called ‘Splodge Poets’.
    However, it is as Oscar Wilde said ‘Well written, or badly written!’ I thought your reading
    of ‘Snake’ by DH Lawrence ( 1885 – 1930? ) was the stand out bit of the last
    DeLacey’s to me!!! My Dad’s favourite poem!!!

    It takes me ages to learn these poems, going over them literary thousands of times!!!
    and they tend to be short as well!!! It gives my ego a boost I suppose, but when, as I
    usually do read or recite other people’s poetry, there’s a chance I can inspire people
    to a new poet or poem, I feel I’ve done something truly worthwhile!

    I like how your last lines here say so much! and cause a successful, pleasurable hit
    in the mind! But your whole poems sing with the sound of the words you’ve used!!!

    They may not be easily understandable in one go, or at least not to me, but then again
    I’m perhaps dyslexic to some level. Some, and all your poems to some degree, I
    appreciate for their intellectual depth! But yet you have never been too obscure in your

    I hope you don’t mind my tiny bit of in-depth criticism about your work!!! It is just to
    inspire thought, but so much of the time what we think, we tend to disagree with!!!

    I am fairly contented now in the early hours, with the damn Jeremy Vine show on in the
    background. The only reason it’s on is because I’m on my computer, and have left it on
    ITV 3 since the film ‘The Eiger Sanction’.

    With Best Wishes!!!
    Cheers – Mike ( Fuller )

Leave a Comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s