Deceive

I see you in your cell
dry stale bread
lukewarm tepid water

I take you to another hell
with talk of geese
in V formation

Flying free over Rutland Water
swell you say
it’s good of you to remind me

You talk of deer
of mountains, of polar icecaps
of memories, that you may live to slaughter

With no desire to dwell I shuffle
Some half hearted explanation
it could have been me was the gist of it

Nevertheless I turned away
I smiled a wry and wicked smile
for I was rather glad that they had caught her








a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here