Ellie
Dog, with one dark and one milk chocolate ear,
You come to me, seeking attention and offering love
And paws that scoop the Earth, and a wet nose
That leads you into trouble, often as not.
Runt of the pack, you trot along to rear in walkies,
Happy sniffing your own furrow and
Savouring simple pleasures, tail a windmill,
Your arse plastered with mud.
What was Parson Russell thinking
Whe...
Tuesday 12th January 2016 9:02 pm
Still Beautiful
Still beautiful, in the way the rain over the marsh
Is beautiful, with its storm-light like the gleam
Of grey on an axe edge. Still beautiful,
As the howling of estuary gales through sedge,
A note impossible to replicate, and unexpected.
A note impossible to replicate, you are
Nevertheless, now you have come downstairs,
Still beautiful, with your Hitler Youth shorts
Yo...
Tuesday 12th January 2016 8:58 pm
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