Dear*

I wonder if my mum knows today is in her honour? I dare say not, on account her demeanour. Her mind surrendered to history’s burden, Telling the same stories over again, Crying like a child with the sheer frustration Of knowing the nature of this situation. Yet, in brief moments of clear blue sky, Still […]

Auld Lang Syne*

With this being the back-end of twenty-seventeen, What will you say about where you’ve been…? Did you achieve all you promised you would? -Is if fair to say all was basically good With no real need to further confess, Those little things in need of redress?? -Unless, of course, you’re choosing to share In order […]

Christmas- Past & Present*

Of all the Christmas artefacts I revered, ‘Twas a plastic Father Christmas with ‘one shilling’ on his beard 1  A mark someone made with sale in mind That somehow simply got left behind. -I vaguely remember we had a pair In order to discourage sibling despair One somehow no longer in service… Something to do with […]

Fellow Ship*

I hope you don’t mind my taking of the liberty To spread a gentlle note of Christmas sensitivity- Quietly respecting those on their own, Whether by choice or a state to bemoan. This time of year can be that much harder When there’s nobody else to share the ardour- The excitement of childhood looking on, […]

Pre-Christmas Chaos*

‘Tis the season of chaos-born fantasy… Frantic shopping an inevitability With last minute touches still to be found In spite of the urge to flee from the town. High Streets rivalling the M25 With hordes of pedestrians grappling to survive, Dragging their children and multiple bags, The joy on all faces beginning to sag, Caught […]

Older*

What does it mean to be ‘older’ In this twenty-first century world? Is it as simple as wrinkles And hair styles permanently curled? -Or, if you’re a chap, trying to slow the fate of a gradually revealing, well-shined pate..? A disposition it’s hard to imagine As successive generations grapple with fashion, Opportunities to help them […]

Faith, Hope and Gravity*

My mother didn’t know me when I saw her yesterday. There’s really very little else to say -At least, by way of comment, For as much as I lament The fact she did not know my name, The situation will not change. The childlike innocence in her eyes Mixed with clouded adult pride, Knowing in […]