Friday, 13 October 2017

Friday the Thirteenth



Two Friday the Thirteenths this year;
First in January and the second today;
In either case, there is nothing to fear.
What more is there to say?


Monday, 9 October 2017

There is something about the female form ...




There is something about the female form

Which I adore and all the more when forlorn;

For it is the melancholy of beauty that I try

To capture with my brush, lens and eye.





Friday, 6 October 2017

Thirty And One Years Ago This Day



Thirty and one years ago this day,
October sun dazzled like now;
Danced like now on her brow,
As she bounced my way.

Smiling smiles that outshone
The sun as folk walked along;
While inside I sang a song
Until she had gone.

Yet I knew, she knew, before long
Our song would be a duet
Until the sun had set
Amid the passing throng.



Thursday, 31 August 2017

So Much Lost



So much lost with the end of lives not begun;
So much lost by slothful folk foolishly asleep,
As England slips into a sea of silent slumber
From which she can never rise from the deep.

So much lost; so much blood;
So much life, which could
Have avoided the mud
Of graves trodden,
Now sodden,
Forgotten.

England,
My land
No more.
Gone for

Evermore.