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Just in case

Tonight’s full bodied moondoes not distractfrom worries about this vesselfear for the missing cat We are losing timethis tetchiness fueledby poor planning Thank you highways agencyfor nothing The conversation turnsto contraceptionwith the beautiful girl in the back seatwhose flower is poised to burst into bloom. Lorries loom largeshadowing usfrom the spotlight of that glorious moonContinue reading “Just in case”

Last day of the school outward bounds trip.

We march them, linked together, into the railway tunnel abandoned and curving in a manner so efficient as to block out light to deny the day No torches permitted Just a stick to tap the way We inch forward Treading on our nerves In a Welsh tunnel where Tottenham are still not very good NeitherContinue reading “Last day of the school outward bounds trip.”

Unsolicited

I wrote this for my daughter who was horrified and terribly embarrassed to open a message from a boy whilst sat at the boxing day dinner table and be greeted with a picture of his nob. They weren’t going out, she didn’t fancy him. Luckily nanny and her young cousins didn’t see. Unsolicited I mightContinue reading “Unsolicited”

The land of a thousand sylphs

This poem was inspired by the clouds of butterflies that danced about us on a recent hike in Wiltshire. It felt like we were blessed to be amongst them. The land of a thousand sylphs We walked in the land of a thousand sylphs Down pathways forged as old as time Their wings spread widely,Continue reading “The land of a thousand sylphs”

Whole life crisis

I walked a thousand milesto prove that I was ableI did it to help othersbut mainly to avoid the labelof middle-aged dull womantoo beige and comfortable. I brought myself a T-shirtthat’s a tad in your faceCelebrating womenyou can’t describe as chasteJust levelling the fieldI think it’s fucking ace. I went and got my haircutIt’s funkyContinue reading “Whole life crisis”

Loft clearance

I ascend the ladder, filled with determination Brimming with good intentions I poke my head inside It’s chocka Rammed to the rafters,  swollen with souvenirs, Articles from each episode  or phase of our life. Clothes, books, costumes, Electrical items, wires, Musical instruments lie silenced hoping to be played Neglected cherished detritus A treasure trove andContinue reading “Loft clearance”

Tuesday night Mcflurry

‘Number 36’ came the adolescent server’s flat, drawn out call Though it could have been any other number It was a Tuesday  It wouldn’t be any other night of the week It was just past eight. It was always just past eight  when the call would emit  some teenage employee’s lips, heralding John’s visit. 19Continue reading “Tuesday night Mcflurry”