Alex Mowbray

These are days of wobble:
corporate insecurity,
tremors of uncertainty,
damage limitation and insolvency,
survival of the fattest
and houses built on sand.
God help us.
What makes you think he’s there at all
and listening,
remotely interested in the mess we’re in?
Nature does what nature is;
it’s down to us to sort it out.
What happens if we don’t
or won’t
or can’t,
what then?
Desperate for meaning behind the news at ten
you dare to open wide horizon eyes
and in the isolation of an anguished heart
you contemplate a god,
He is not far from us
in fact.

Alex Mowbray was educated in Yorkshire at Leeds Grammar School, with particular interest in English and Art, and went on to get a degree in Graphic Design. He worked as a designer and print buyer for sixteen years; now he still works with colour but as a decorator and enjoys the opportunity to give advice on domestic schemes, providing more quality time.

His interest in English literature has continued and has fuelled his desire to write. He began writing poetry seven years ago, and enjoys reading his poems at public events.