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Cocktail
May 05, 2013Small firm breasts Topped with strawberries Without cream Laced with birdsong and church bells With a dash of honeysuckle Not shaken Not stirred But simply observed And sweetly remembered To be taken when required With a soupçon of red wine And The soft complaining...
Seven ages
May 05, 2013Did the skylarks sing that summer morn? Were the rosebuds glad when I was born In Salisbury? When I ballooned into a boy Were the clouds and raindrops full of joy And merry? When sex reared its oh so lovely head Did the moon blush rosy red Like a cherry? When I set...
Spring
May 06, 2013Blades of grass bend at the touch of a whim, Nightingales honour the entrance of May; Catkins enjoy being out on a limb, Butterflies graciously dance through their day... But where stand I in the ...
Hold on to now
May 06, 2013a villanelle The world is fading underneath my feet; The birds are singing of a time gone by: Hold on to now, for now is all that’s...
That sound
June 11, 2013A maple shoot pushes its soft head through the rotting leaves Searching for the Lombardian light; Ingesting the sun and imbibing the rain It reaches for the sky, Celebrating each birthday nearer its goal. My, how you’ve grown! How strong you are! Hearty, robust, well-built. Each...
On my father`s ninetieth birthday
June 11, 2013Today, Ninety one-year-olds, Forty-five two-year-olds, Thirty three-year-olds, Eighteen five-year-olds, Fifteen six-year-olds, Ten nine-year-olds, Nine ten-year-olds, Six fifteen-year-olds, Five eighteen-year-olds, Three thirty-year-olds, Two forty-five-year-olds And one...
To whom it may concern
June 11, 2013My father`s last wish was to be buried in his favourite field on the farm he had loved and tended for more than sixty years. Unfortunately, my brother and sister, for reasons that only they know, did not respect his wishes and the urn was put on a shelf in the dining room, my sister taking...
Inspiration
June 11, 2013Like a blade of grass reaching to the sun Begging for its very existence; Or a cathedral spire pointing to the heavens Pleading for divine revelation; A half-empty mind is facing a blank sheet of paper Waiting for ethereal instructions. Get thee behind me, Knowledge! Avaunt,...
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