I looked round but the place was empty
No furniture,except the blue kitchen units
Nice, I thought just right for one
The black tiled floor gleamed in the dawn sunlight
But it doesn’t seem right
Where are our books?
I can’t remember the house
Is he there?
I have lost him
Misplaced him
He would never have left me
I can’t find his image in my mind
He has evaporated,the hot sun stole him
Not even a shadow remains.
What Loss
What disintegration
Where do I go from here?
Darkness fell but I still see the tree
Black as human hearts in misery
Black as coal before it’s set alight
When it casts sweet shadows in the night
More of a derrière
Scores to worry her.
Whores will ferry her
Stories to message her.
Victoria savaged where?
Dons to scarify
I hoard carriage bears
Lore of Lancashire
Core of austerity
Door of prosperity
Flora He married her
She was a bull terrier
That was the barrier.
It could have been eerier
Even hysteria.
Living in fear of her
I like blue wisteria
Not in the interior
How do you feel,wearier?
I saw Mother Superior
Holding hands in the dark
Helps us when we cannot talk
Touching, holding, being there
Gives us strength so we can bear
The heavy load,the angst, the care
The holy dove,the hands of love
Down below, up above
Grasp my body, hold me tight
Through the nightmares,give me light
Comfort me, we’re not alone
In the darkness be my home
How my heart sings 