John Maudlin

Short-listed for Bridport Prize 2015.  Graduate of Warwick University.  Triple Honours in Literature, Theatre and Film.  Three screenplays:  Myth – a modern allegory set in The Badlands; The Abandoned – a doomed teenage ménage  a  trois straddling WWI France;  Pottersville – A depressed Capra fan somehow ends up in the nightmare town from his favourite movie. Three teleplays adapted from my own short stories and lots of “poetry”. Lover of old movies, classical music and early seventies rock.  Ricky Hawthorne is my pseudonym

All scripts can be found at:




Dock Leaf

This forest was ours once
Before we knew each other

Not so long ago the pepper light
That trickles through these trees
Illuminated our rambling
Among the reds and browns
When romance stemmed no further
Than holding hands and swinging them
Like schoolchildren
We swopped banalities like spies trade secrets
And laughed all the more
Our breaths billowing
Like exhaust fumes on winter mornings

So many paths we stumbled over
Oblivious and happy
Myriads of matts and glosses
Assailing our senses
With every new fork
Until I noticed the white grass
Beneath our feet
And yesterday’s footprints

That last day, clipping the heads off bluebells
With a thin dislocated branch
You stung yourself
And we hunted all over the wood
For the plant that would soothe the pain
Stumbling upon it by chance and I
Gently rubbed away the sting

Your blisters healed, I remember
But I never again found that blasted shrub

© 2018 John Maudlin