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Still Dancing In My Mind. . . She danced nude for me Unashamed and slightly drunk. It was just a messy student flat, But in all the long years since I have never see anything That was so very beautiful. . .

What-What. . . Imagine waking up in the night And not knowing where you are, Nothing is familiar or comfortable Everything is strange and out of place. Is it that you are still dreaming Or has something gone really wrong. . .

A Guilt Trip. . . Did you work out How much you had to drink Did you decide that You could take the risk. The thought of not going To check up on a friend Would be an intimation Of a future guilt trip. Sometimes it does not matter What you decide to do, Whether [...]

Seven Hours Of Sorry. . . One thousand Hail  Marys Just won’t cut it. It goes nowhere near Wiping out those sins. . .

Babygirl. . She’s small and dark and beautiful, She bites her bottom lip, and pouts, Her tiny fists will quickly clench With temper, she’s a roustabout. Each meal a long and laboured thing With certain foods that are abhorred, Each time we have to go somewhere She picks the pink clothes she adores. I can’t, [...]

Friday December 18th 2009. . . Today the world Is reborn in white. How beautiful. It takes my breath away. . .

An Unknown Place. . . Inside the tigerskin Is a truly spooky place. No windows outward To a familiar world, Only a determined facing off The heightened heartbeat Of  emancipated sight. Once past the hot breath There is a definite ease In this step beyond normality. . .

A Piece Of Heaven. . . It is just a tiny yard Around a cast iron staircase And it faces north. Only in the height Of a Mediterranean summer Does sunlight kiss it’s walls with gold. At this moment, I await The sudden birth of Hyacinths To drench the captured air With peerless pungent poetry. [...]

Maternity Alert. . . There’s no feeling like Buying a pregnancy test, There’s nothing secret About it at all. Not with an overly Helpful assistant, Blessed with a Vary loud voice. . .

. . I looked for a memory of then But they had all been replaced By the modernist movement. Not all old things are obsolete, Not all new times are better. There’s a mine of pure delight In rehashing ancient sins. . .

A Tricksy One. . . It’s a tricksy one this And not easy to express, Just ‘cos we’ve been together more Don’t think I love you less. Romance can feel neglected There are quarrels as we gel, But though the going may get rough I love you very well. . .

Ever And Ever. . . It was the agreed course, To love forever and ever. To stay steadily together, The future planned, hand in hand. Growing our own family Before just growing old. Finding such a true purpose Was the real miracle of life, Never thinking that our forever Was subject to a driver Who [...]

The Press Of Life. . . Take heart from the time That you have already spent, We do not stop in the press of life We carry on in spite of it. Now we are none of us the same, We are all stunted in our true growth. Adapted to the weight of life But [...]

Red Ferrari. . . An innocent stranger In a red Ferrari And I hate him. Why am I like this. Is it because he’s lucky Or because I never tried. . .

Not In Focus. . . It is hard to describe it. Even time and thought Cannot set clearly in memory Something that transfixes you, But is only seen in black and white Within the cinema of the mind. No colour we could possibly name Would clearly describe the truth Reflected in a widened eye The [...]

Karma. . . It is painful to wait But you cannot force it, Or bribe it, or coerce The outcome that you wish. You need to wait patiently For things that may never come. . .

The Road. . How far along the road Do you think you are, Is there still time to do All the things you want. Or have you changed your mind About the things you want, And will you do that again. How long is the road anyway, I don’t imagine it is endless Because that [...]

In Dangerous Waters. . . Loving is dangerous, People you love have power To wreck your life with lies, Break your heart at any hour. . .

Sentinel. . . Who stands each night Beside my midnight bed. Life’s long companion, Yet so unwelcome at the start. . .

Small Print. . . Do not give away what you have With no real meaning of it’s worth, There will always be a buyer Persuading at the door. Don’t swap the misunderstood, Don’t think to pawn or sell. You will be grievous short Of what is wholly irreplaceable. . .

Get Over it . . It is not easy to forget about it But I am struggling to get there. It has been almost a year now But I still wake up during the night With the whole business on my mind. I obsessively go over it, I don’t  know how to stop it But [...]

Just The One Thing. . . Don’t you pretend That you don’t know The way our fine Romance will end, Our bedroom tussles On the hour. Don’t mean enough For spats to mend. There’s no way We can save our day ‘Cos I don’t want you As a friend. . .

Let’s Not Go There. . . It’s a tricky one this, Not easy to express. It fights the hook Like a fresh caught catfish. I expect that you feel the same About those painful memories. Perhaps there are some things Much better left unsaid.

Living The Dream. . . A middle aged lady Spoke to him on the street But he did not recognise her, Plain, heavy set and very beige. Hard to see any shadow at all To match the nymph Who still casts urgent spells Within his fevered dreams. . .

Phone Call From Gers. . . She looks forward To infrequent phone calls From the Gers region Of southern France. He says a swift ‘Hello, I’m fine and very well But I can’t speak to you For very long’. It’s good to know he’s happy, It’s lovely that He ‘s got it all. But she [...]

Bast. . . She sits, Sphinx like, Up on the bookcase, Not moving anything at all Except her beautiful eyes. I look at her and I feel I am being visited by an ancient, Otherworldly and unknown. Not connected in any way With that other creature Who empties out my handbag Whilst I am asleep. [...]

An Unusual Boy. . . He was an enchanted man And a strange one. Born knowing things He later thought he’d learned. . .

Graff. . . Our dog has been dead For several years now, But we still miss him So much that it hurts. The way he would sleep Outside the bedroom door, Aware of any signs Of a possible early riser. . .

Honey. . A shady bedroom Thick with honey, Dark except for One small nightlight, Enough to reveal A tiny sleeping child Nestled in cartoon sheets. A shiny, pink shelled thumb, Held tight within A soft, pursed mouth. Still, but for random stiffenings As though surprised In baby dreams. . .