Voices Of A Hidden Self and A Travelling Fair (review)

I would like to recommend checking out any of Nigel Smiths work. He is an English Poet and Writer from West Yorkshire. I have read Nigel’s first two books (images below) Voices Of A Hidden Self and A Travelling Fair.

Nigel’s work has beautiful rhythm and a nostalgic feel. His poems are paths to be walked not mountains to be climbed, they have a beautiful melancholy feel to them.

I would also recommend checking out his blog as there you can listen to the man himself reciting some of his work. The Yorkshire mans dulcet tones are a pleasure to listen to.

I have included some useful links below:

Goodreads Author Page –  https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/17759283.Nigel_Smith

Amazon link –  https://www.amazon.co.uk/VOICES-HIDDEN-SELF-Poetry-Smith/dp/1984167138/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1535472159&sr=8-1&keywords=voices+of+a+hidden+self

WordPress site –  https://voicesofahiddenself.com/





Kaleidoscopic Beauty: A Collection of Poetry on Love, Loss and the Beauty of the Natural World (review)

A beautiful collection of rich poems. Gentle and easy to read. I found myself floating from one to the next. I find Karen’s writing a calming experience. I also believe however gentle the words are on the whole that there is real substance and layers to each poem, I think there are even darker layers hidden beneath a lighter exterior. My personal favourite is Broken Dreams, I thought about it a lot after reading, it is very simple but hit me straight between the eyes. Well dissevering of 5 stars and I look forward to reading more of this very talented poets work.

Karen’s fantastic work is available on all Amazon sites.


Discount Town – (old post)

Introduction: Through a bland town, across a beige chewing gum minefield pavement, through the indoor market filled with the noise of sales and desperate pitch, second-hand sounds and the bloody sweet smell of the butchers stall, I wander into a town called Discount.


Husbands hen-pecked

holding shopping lists miles long

plod and dare not

put a single foot wrong.


Texting people

miss sight of homeless

forget their pound

socially acceptable pocket fumble

stare at ground.


Middle ranged woman

low of moral stock

sips her coffee

under the broken

town clock.


God preacher in middle of square

deaf crowd, do not hear, do not care.

Carries on preaching

voice disappearing

into hire purchased

thin air.


In the betting shop of magician’s riches

shadows and mirrors

curses and twitches

sits an old man, rolled cigarette in one hand

necessity in the other and desperation eyes

a look of his mother.


Politicians promise

advertising for derelict lies

on the side of a future promised





This was the story of Discount Town

cigarette haze

this unemployment phase

let’s all remember the better days

a complex of shopping

we are all lost

all lost

in this credit maze.




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