far end of the graveyard
cant find it for tall weeds
but why did I come here?
thorn pricks, leg bleeds
this grass needs cutting
Billy always was a liar
there's daffodils dead
more blood from a briar
should have put on a coat
hurt me when he strayed
its starting to snow again
not only me he betrayed
trips on a trailing bramble
marble knocks her ...
Wednesday 9th December 2020 10:31 am
Ten years it stared at me
A reminder of that windy night
When red wine was spilled in anger
Just by the coffee table.
I let it be but often, bored by TV
Or trying in vain to read
I'd let my eye linger as it faded.
A bit like me, for
I never found anyone else.
Instead I kept it but
Heard about her the other day.
She never had a clue about her Axminster memorial
Tuesday 5th May 2020 11:07 am
I fancy the setting here is the House and Gardens of a very large Stately Home of England.
The Harp and the Fountain
Plucked by tumbled fountain waters, arpeggio
harps cascade clear and bright, flow
smooth as polished marble by Michelangelo.
Above, drawn by light, Heaven's trim barouches glow
dream-like through veils of rainbow'd mist,
arrow South a skein of Tundra S...
Wednesday 7th March 2018 1:01 pm