not square but secure
Her Majesty’s mail is charged
to deliver
Will you open the letter at
breakfast; over tea and toast
or with your Scottish
porridge oats
I would have said more, though
I feel brevity to be your trademark:
Efficiency, without haste or waste
so to speak
The words, your words, I read them
again, in the bath with muscle soak
A balm for my aching
frozen shoulder
and that is why I write
That and to send you
payment for
Tormentil and Bleached Bones
Thanks
Christopher
a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here
