A misshapen old man

that barred our way to school.

We would sidle past, caps over our eyes,

the aged oak in Greenfield Avenue,

so wide the path went round it;

startling, lurid growths

broke away from its crevices,

crumbling at a touch.

Aware of beauty, we gathered

cobwebs, glistening with dew

and sunlight, netting them as gleaming fish

in rock pools, with bent...

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bear children and overweight parents

around the streets on New Year's Eve.

At work they see nothing

but the cart in front, face their fate

in blinkered silence. Tethered

in stalls, their braying

roars through the town.

Pale-haired twins twirl

each other with ghostly smiles;

Marbella square awash with people,

music as midnight nears.

Our daughter doles out the ...

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