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Alone
Published in the Mayfield and District U3A anthology celebrating its 10th anniversary.
Best Laid Plans
In the woods
there's the bed of a brook...
Blue Rigi
In disregard for shape and form,
it hangs before us...
Buenos Aires
A city of promenades and boulevards...
Candy Floss
No mere Punch and Judy show,
A child's heart beat deeper,...
Chess
You are afraid.
What do you expect?...
Coffee and Pancake
She bends slowly forward
and hesitantly...
Cold
I half awake in heavy black.
Cold black that scratches...
Cupboard on the Landing
He slopes past
The cupboard each morning...
First Date
That trousseau nose
and auburn hair that curves...
Flowers
Like a dying stream,
the notes and coins...
Freedom
Under rocks,
in decaying vegetation,...
Greenhouse
I must believe that death will not come this way,...
Healing
You say there’s nothing broken.
Nothing you can see...
Jump
Over enemy lines.
The time is here,...
Leaves
You offered me this leaf
for fun...
Machu Picchu
Feet appear and reappear beneath my knees,
inching forward through the pass...
Magic
You are under my skin
like a drug...
Matt the Cat
I lost my cat last night.
My dearest mate, who disappears for hours...
Memorial
He stares from the page,
not at the viewer but beyond...
Mullet
His head pounds, the walls dance.
Can he hear the felling of timbers?...
Next Time
So this is what wisdom is for.
To know which things...
Numbers
Sharks, dolphins and gannets are gathering.
The winter feast. Not long to wait...
Proper Ways
With three hundred men
he took the country...
Sangria
These people; they won’t recall
the gun grey skies, those steel covered...
Second Time Around
The second time around
she is more than just a woman...
The Moment
There is silence.
For a brief moment...
The Test
That cloak you’re wearing,
you think it keeps you warm...
Tomorrow
The grit and grind of plough through soil,
the sweat and thud of horse and hoof,...
Wine Bar
So now it’s over.
We sit with our wine...
Winter Garden
Centuries live and die
but the gnarled oak stands...