Of flotsam and foundrels
Of flotsam and foundrels
A jar of jam from Russian snow
A tattered book that I can’t read
A photographic trail of love
Some shower gel and still the list
Returns to keep me company
A bible kept - from one good friend
Its cover stitched by her loved aunt
Who sank inside The Amazon
A painting of her long-gone dog
And she returns right happily
A rucksac...
Thursday 31st January 2019 1:14 pm
Chinese Village - 1960
Thin rags stuffed with straw we wore
in that terrible winter of 1960
Grass tying it around our bony bodies
Neighbours shuffled through the village
fell dead as dolls asleep in the street
Doll-like remained unburied in the cold
Silence frozen on the careless air
The last ox eaten as it died
Fowls and ducks taken by The Party
no grain being left to pay the tax
No ...
Saturday 5th December 2015 11:10 pm
Chicken soup
White haired and gay in London
with that determination born
of fleeing from Vienna
A Jew breaking up her life
Her echoing flat crammed
Zed-beds put-u-ups and bedding
in every room and corner Waiting
Visitors always Welcome Welcome
-
The gas and charnel-house
taking her family future
Remaining bones white-lining paths
Crunching underfoot like sea she...
Saturday 5th December 2015 11:05 pm
Mother's Ramble
The wood shuddered and every eye
listened at the stair behind the wall
The door opened and slowly
a black felt hat followed by a long black coat
a black handbag and two black shoes
emerged turned and quietly closed the door
In her eighties she was still a mountain
crumbling now but not yet turned to dust
Lips quivered her moustache. She smiled
uncertainly at these strangers in her...
Saturday 5th December 2015 10:58 pm
Help me - help me please
The old lady shouted "Help me, please help me"
Sitting in her chair she was
wrapped in multicoloured shawl
refusing to elaborate
She couldn't see and couldn't hear
Refused to have her hearing help
Continued shouting "Help me help me"
"Won't somebody help me please"
Yet every time I tried to help her
Shouts vociferous and rude
Decrying all that...
Sunday 16th December 2012 1:49 am
King 1 - Queen 2
Wath - Queen of Villages reigned
in her flower garden
her turnip grubbing fields
her pig pens and her byres
subjects tugging forelocks
native speech a country slide
years before the pits
-
When Wigan coalpits died
the King - black in workings underground
emerged in Wath to drag her subjects down
drawing men across the border
...Wednesday 15th August 2012 9:13 pm
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