A wall rose up to trap ideas And trapping people too, Those who stayed became the East Those who fled the few. Written in the blood of hope Martyr’s to the West. They came they saw they cried They chose
Read more ...A Tale of Two Cities
The Patchwork Quilt
THE PATCHWORK QUILT. Across my bed silently it lies, That patchwork quilt, Its weight is warming, The colours vibrant Cathedral-like stained glass, It many stories tell. Each piece so delicately made It could be sewn By the Tailor
Read more ...Two Dead Birds
Two dead blackbirds either side a door A mother lying on her bed, who isn’t any more, A chaos of compassion, a hurricane of fear A wheel of spinning memories, all too near. Children plunging knives into vacant souls
Read more ...How do we know?
How do we know when a flower wants to be a flower? How do we know if a horse wants to be a worm? Or a giraffe wants to have short legs? How do we know what moves the very
Read more ...A TALE OF TWO CITIES
A wall rose up to trap ideas And trapping people too, Those who stayed became the East Those who fled the few. Written in the blood of hope Martyr’s to the West. They came they saw they cried They chose
Read more ...A Nocturne
After my father died there was a terrible silence, We searched for memories, One day someone sent a painting he had done Back to us. A nocturne in the true style of Whistler, My father was a great admirer of
Read more ...Growing Old
I have forgotten winter’s cold Can I forget that I am old? If I can pass through hail and ice And freezing winds not nice And temperatures far below Then how far up can I go? If fiercest winds
Read more ...Halloween
There were no pumpkins, no tricks, no treats, This Halloween. No dancing to haunting music, just a ghostly silence, In the clinging black graveyard night, Where memories and people were in another spirit world. The moon was on a day
Read more ...Sea Dream
Oh for a deck beneath my feet And a turning tide, For a tall ship of oak or teak Give me the sea to ride. Oh for the smell of tar my friends, And the rolling oakham song, Oh
Read more ...Lambourn
An old road, an ancient way, Of stories told of other days, The downland rolls like an ocean deep. Great waves of hills that have gone to sleep. Unseen on high the skylarks sing, Where buzzards soar on
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