By the Scaffold
Smoky night down the
Harbour Street, Whitstable.
The tea on the windowsill
Is getting cold while the
Night stayed frozen and still.
The construction man resting
After a clean slate repair
Of a decomposing building,
Eavesdropped on the indistinctive
Voice heard from inside the window.
Tascam played the last words
Of a mariner to the love of his l...
Wednesday 25th January 2023 3:42 pm
Smitten (A Sonnet)
He was smitten with love for her;
by that arrow deep and sure.
A gooey warmth between them;
filling the heart all within.
But, love's shaft festered, stinking foul;
to gangrenous, aching howl.
Through steamy glass his love moaned;
as he stood outside alone.
Those barbs cannot be reversed;
holding fast in a soul feeling cursed.
Longing for the lost one gone,
to the breast of a differ...
Saturday 21st January 2023 2:49 pm
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