When I am mad and feary When all the tubes have gone I crawl along High Holborn And think of you with nothing on   SMO   Celia Celia When I am sad and weary When I think all hope has gone When I walk along High Holborn I think of you with nothing on […]

Honor Baxter has collected teapots decorated with flowers for many years Which was a little unfortunate as she suffers from Hay Fever She was also an actress who specialises in Noel Coward revivals Honor Baxter currently lives in St Margaret’s Bay in Kent

Oh Superman Many years ago I went sailing with my sister during a memorably hot summer We would wake up early so that we could witness Superman flying across the sky If he did not appear then we would have a light breakfast before swimming in the turquoise bay   Oh Superman One of my […]

The days are beginning to fade into each other As oils do when reaching water Things have become shapeless I have given up counting the stars And I no longer have an interest in the years Yet you are still counting the years As we sleep quietly under the stars

I am considered to be something of an expert on Art History It is a subject that I have followed for many years I have written books about art which are always published on April the 4th It is my favourite day of the year as it precedes April the 5th   I was in […]

These words have crept into my life in the last few years I utter them when I nearly stumble stark naked down the stairs To let my fucking cat out so it may shit in next doors lovely garden As the light breaks over the smooth Wiltshire fields   I use these words rather like […]

I was dating El Lissitzky whilst I was posing for Goya’s painting The artists had found me under a branch of a spice lemon tree I grew to love both men but avoided them in my spare time Then one day two parcels arrived within an hour The first contained the cool grey mists of […]

The bridge was built over one hundred years ago To enable farmers to move their livestock from field to field Since then the bridge has been lightly improved But this does not distract from its languid history Which is embedded deeply in the rural landscape   From Freeman’s Marsh by Stephen Masefield

Tired and not yet sixty he died in total obscurity But poets never really die in obscurity As their poems are always retained somewhere Whether it be on a scrap of paper or in a scruffy book They survive like unwanted graffiti on the damp walls of a latrine I have found them as rhymes […]

I had found sleeping difficult due to my sleep patterns being disturbed This was due to the change in the weather and the ghostly tree pollens That hung unseen above the moonlit fields   You were sleeping nearest to the window As you always did at this time of year The moon was by now […]