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 shuffleSome 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
