Jon Collins

Jon Collins

Word weaver, tale teller, singer of songs, baker and candlestick maker. Pattern whisperer. Distiller of clarity from complexity. Professional focus on software delivery, with all that enables it.

Deeper

Deeper I stare into the dark blue pools of your eyes They take me on a journey far away, to places Where we lie beneath the starry nights and big skies Crimson red

Escalator Stories

Her mother’s dying, not long now They’ve kept it from the kids But worrying won’t pay the bills An escalator story They got him on the way from school Threw

Marlborough Arms

Marlborough Arms 28 Oct 2017 Cacophony Of voices colliding Under low ceilings Drowning the sound Of Morning Has Broken On the Tannoy Contemplative A man in the corner Shoulders stooped over Nursing a

Ripples In The Pool

That pack of cigarettes Ripples in the pool A stone, wrapped with regrets Ripples in the pool Proving who is the best Ripples in the pool Memories laid to rest Ripples in the

Afterthoughts

And so I’m dead. By now I’ll know If after-life has aught to show Or whether it is nothing more Than biochemical remains That you’re consigning down below. Yes, I’