A few years ago I was still feeling very sad.The doorbell rang.It was a neighbour whose husband had died
She came in and stood by the fire and I sat down
She didn’t speak, just cried
I didn’t know what to do.I started to cry
We both cried for about 20 minutes
She then said, thank you and left
I never spoke
Day: May 23, 2020
Closing Time
A husband died at half past two
What has that to do with you?
The past is like a candle blown
The heart a grave beneath a stone
Grief is very close to fear
Shaking legs and frozen tears
It’s closing time
The poppy fields , the linseed blue
The cottage where I loved with you
Noone else will know it all
The Suffolk Rose, the paint all worn
The rented car, the yellow corn
The cottage windows seemed to yawn
Closing time
But I dream and I see you
Smiling widely as you do
Ask me where the car keys are
Ask me if I’ll take you where?
Whitby,Staithes. all understood
All gone now,god sweated blood
Closing time
The past a lost abyss




What to you may be a worthless weed
Bears its little flowers to create seeds
Thus it spreads itself as Love requires
Humble speedwell,hear of our desires.
In the pavements cracks were home to grass
The sidestep slabs were broken like thick glass
When heavt frost came, rain made frozen pools
I trod in them as I tore up to school
The crackling ice, the mist dropped on the park
Our ginger cat, the trees, the dog that barked
A woman in the kitchen making tea
The oven by the fire, the big door key
Little signs spark tender memories
The future fiction, past a lost abyss
Please talk this way
I’m waiting for delivery
I didn’t even know you were expecting
I only heard this morning
Will it survive?
Survive what?
Being 9 months premature!
Are you crazy?
Not yet
I’m going to move after this crisis
Yes,I agree, it was Pontius Pilate.
He denied it
Counted?
???/
I don’t like the Telegraph
No,to Hell and back
Is it God’s wrath?
No,Sylvia Plath
My order is delayed
Disorder was unpaid
At least it was spared
Where is God?
Nowhere in our language space.
Orlando’s, great!
Sandwich Base
Anguished face
Sanguine grace
Penguin stays
Felix raves
Long disgrace
I’d like a date
Find a plate
Dreams dangle like stringed balloons
Black against light sky
Bright flowers blown ; bare branches now
Reach beseechingly.
Reluctant sun hangs
Sending thin light and pinkness
To clouds sleek as cats
Now paling, blue grey,
I see mauve dying into dark
Night sky edges in
The blackness awaits;
Dreams dangle like stringed balloons
A new born gurgles
How full the holly!
Forsythia large and darker,
Birds shelter wisely
In the end, our roots are what remain
Uunstable winds and clouds that veer and swerve
The sun appears and vanishes again
Trees adapt to nature, life’s a verb
The birds have sung but no-one here has heard
Their mates and nestlings in their home have lain
Evading winds and clouds that veer and swerve
From this chaos, what can humans learn?
Life can swiftly change and cause us pain
Yet trees swing round, clouds swim life is verb
Virtue,honour,love have no rewards
Evil men have faces quite unstained
Despite the winds and clouds that veer and swerve
Gazing at the storm clouds,long I stared
In the end, our roots are what remain
We must adapt to nature, life’s verb
All desires,all wishes will be slain
We lose ourselves in evil then are shamed
Uunstable winds and clouds that veer and swerve
Life flows like the stormy Thames unnerved