Antiques expert, copper miner, trapeze artist, I'm none of these. I scrape a living writing song lyrics. My stuff is about contemporary themes and usually tells a little story about surviving the complexities of modern life. Locked down due to the virus so I have more time thinking about poems.
In Chains Of Faded Flowers you're gone but it was good you had to put up with a lot my moods and wanderings a child dying lone in his cot carnations bring you back our shady garden bowers you dangle from my heart in chains of faded flowers high up on Ilkley Moor laid in fields of heather laughing we made love never mind the weather his birth was not easy for you might have died we brought him home stared at him and cried they said he was frail the outlook quite poor to Ilkley Moor we went gave him a guided tour carnations bring you back our shady garden bowers you dangle from my heart in chains of faded flowers his ashes lie on the Moor curlews do nest nearby yours joined our son's I walk up there and cry (corona verse 196)
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