Thursday, 28 September 2017

An Ode to the mobile library

At the back there's cowboys shooting
fluffy rabbits (and Rasputin)
lyrical stories on the spinners
poverty and sumptuous dinners

Changing gear with the latest fashion
braking fast with faith and passion
red balloons and dragons of Pern
fly off the shelves at every turn

It's guaranteed, no problem proving
every book they have is moving

Saturday, 19 February 2011


Elite Event @Roots and Fruits

photo property of photostream
words my own

Monday, 17 January 2011

picture of you

I could so easily fall
into memories
into confusion
into your eyes

the simple act of reaching
different endings
or beginnings
or your heart

If I should close my eyes
there will be nothing
left surviving
but your smile

Wednesday, 12 January 2011

close stranger

Being close

is torture

the urge to touch

overpowers me

I feel the aura of your promise.

The games we play

catching half a glance

reflected in a dark window

an accidental touch

as we adjust.

You are a mystery

I want to solve

I don't know your name

should I call you


Saturday, 10 July 2010

The cream cake of life

Is your life a real confection
a tasty, sticky, sweet selection
or is it more a dried up husk
a basic, tasteless, stodgy rusk

How it turns out depends on the maker
and that means you 'cos you're the baker

So make your life much more eclairy
with cream still fresh from nature's dairy
smothered in a chocolate layer
wrapped in pastry, light as air
flavour filled from end to end
and tasted by each special friend

Monday, 17 May 2010

In truth

Tell my friends
I'm out.....or ill, or indisposed
The kids are ill
make sure the teacher knows
Excuse my absence
tell my boss I have to go
my grandma's ill (again)
and her demise is very slow.
If mother rings
tell her I'm in the bath
make sure you sue the council
for that lumpy path.
If my sister asks
I've dropped another size
But don't play me false in love
the one thing I hate is lies.

Tuesday, 20 April 2010

This love

This love is simple
a gentle glow
a comfortable warmth
felt with the heart and soul

This love is more in dreams than diamonds
in sharing
because we are one
and all we have
everything and nothing
is ours

This love is not only in words
but in the silence between
it is ours alone
not for show
This love is a whisper
not a shout