Poetry Blogs (track)
"You'll be safe, I promise", reassured his mum.
“But its not you who’ll end up sat on your bum!”
A conversation they’d had most every week
but it didn’t make his knees feel any less weak.
“Now come along, Harry, stop messing about,
go finish your homework whilst I clean up this house.
The show doesn’t start till the end of the week
and all this chatter is making me Squeak...
Tuesday 19th May 2015 10:56 pm
When the steam clears
There’s a proper sound
a proper chunk of past
proper steel to steel
wheel to wheel
something you can feel
I clod about in boots
steel toe capped boots
heel to heel
steel to steel
It suits me
they are my rails
my parallel tracks
I feel secure
Friday 31st January 2014 3:39 pm