Intense embarrassment, gutted love

 

The fatal attraction of King George’s ruby letters

proved all too much

 

The accordion follows the footsteps

of the footnotes of history

up the stairs to the heavy door

 

Evidence washed ashore, dissonance not delight

and whisperings of the dead

estuary water floods over the road – wet feet walk

 

I Beech tree is a pedant in the

soil of Styal. Don’t make me the next

Sycamore Gap

 

Muddle music are but beasts of hate

in the grip of his mace of office my

story ended before it started.

 

Tens of pigeons decimalised

Hit the loaves to no-one’s surprise