Fabula Night

Tenderfoot and follow through
The midnight hour
Son of February did arrive

The midnight hour
Change gear, accelerate too
An heavenly coastal soporific drive

The midwife from the north
Burnley thought, to deliver life
The midnight hour

Swathed in satin, torn in silk
The midnight hour
How many years before the strife

The midnight hour
Last moments of a couple be
What chance on a future wife

Dolphins call as surf waves roll
Cope unsung the artist’s knife
The midnight hour

Eastern shores of risen sun
The midnight hour
Lonely road to cottage tied

The midnight hour
Tenderfoot and follow through
Happiness through moonlit cries

Change gear, accelerate too
Away so far, you soon replied
The midnight hour

The mid-life lad down from the north
The midnight hour
Unknowing that their love had died

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Grow Up

I re-read your old letters

See what I took to be excitement

I read with interest

Of the love I thought I saw

We had many complications

With so many children 

Yet to become grown up

But you said it would be fun

We would work

Through our complications

And with the children gone

We would have twice the fun

I sent you new letters

Tried to raise erased excitement

But I wrote with a dualistic interest

As now I also fed on our lost love

There were complications

For we grew apart

From the start we lost our sight

Forgot it could be fun

We were not inspired

To work together

Through our complications

…and with the children

All but one now gone

We have given up -

We've messed about

& pressed out all the fun

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Lonesome

I laugh on my own, but I am not alone
No, you are here
You do not disappear

Is this the same
For lovers in grief
The disbelief

Shown by friends and family
Who do not
Cannot understand

You have not gone
Not away
Just to another peaceful place

Where I join you
Everyday
In my own gentle way

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Town Boy

I sit inside the Christian fellowship coffee shop amongst a melodramatic search for reason; day dreams of retreat, into sublime silent solitude, sparrow-crumbs of memories in flight across my mind

Actually I pay my fare and sit astride the Easy Rider metro double-decker bus; visualising moorland heathers of golden crimson that one day we might have walked upon together


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Simultaneously stomping, stamping, smashing down the stairs

Simultaneously stomping, stamping, smashing down the stairs

Entrance, what an entrance, crashing, lashing, loads of noise

Argument, discord, simultaneous stacking, lacking thought

Pulling, sullen, mulling …togetherness ensues, chocolate drops consumed

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