When she was a child Sarahe Shakespeare Easte would spend a good deal of time playing on the gravel and tar hills that could be found in most lay-bys She admired the rigid structure of these hills and how they did not attract vegetation Her father ran a burger van not far away and in […]

That afternoon we painted the garden chairs a brilliant white We had planned to walk but it was too hot Aunt Mimi was sitting on the jetty with her feet dangling in the lake Quite often her friends swam from the jetty But she was alone and reading poetry Brutal French poetry Which seemed so […]

He travelled the world Edward Morgan Edward Morgan But always returned To his simple maid Jenny Jones Jenny Jones His girl from Llangollen Who was both handsome and fair With sky-blue eyes And flaxen hair

In the summer of 1940 A Spanish refugee Carved the following On our bathroom door   In the midst of our summers We are in winter And on the coldest of winter days We think of those summers    I often contemplate this when I bathe

We will fight them on the beaches We will fight them in the sea We will repel all invaders For this is the land of the free     Graffiti found in Dover Castle 

Pill popping as a bus Waits at a green light The driver is cheerful today Which is a joy Blessings are available in many colours I have chosen blue

Its perfumes never fade Please accept this Posey This is my last gift to you

The elephants are yellow today Tomorrow they will be red And will remain so Until I agree to a change I am the muse of her violets

There is nothing colder than sugar She said to me As we passed slowly through Christ’s Church I was by then nearing my destination But knew that she had already arrived     12/10/19

In the distance a Ferris Wheel Was travelling towards infinity It was carrying no passengers Together we shared tales of the sea I was in love with its geometry