Trust anything but time

Pastel colours in quiet refrain

Hands still on the chiming clock

Whisper in case I hear myself

Look behind the picture frames

Dust, a relief of many years standing

Unplugged, from the upright room lighter

Unmoved from a mother's generation

Flock wallpaper abides in the memory

Even of just and only the place

Billericay Close or Quebec Narrows

All I ask is contemplation

About and around a race of which I'm out

All I ask is elevation

About to surround myself, unable without

Pastels, flocks & dust; trust the

Background music, the mood, the blues

Create paisley patterns; young men, bare feet

Pylons, stanchions, mill floors flattened

Valleys of derelict cotton works

Countries of windblown cotton fields

Taken from the collection Words in Aspect South Facing - Available from Amazon for Kindle

Searching for a feeling, an essence, an evocation

In your room I am ironing
I feel pretty good about myself
I feel the goodness usually reserved
Or given a fairly lofty price tag

Much the same when you return
From your dutiful day at work
While all the while I toyed
With some unlikely protestation

Later, sat on the three-seater sofa
We feel pretty good about ourselves
We did kiss
But that was somewhat earlier

The iron is still, all else is steaming
Afterwards we mow the lawn


Taken from the collection Words in Aspect South Facing - Available from Amazon for Kindle

Beyond the easily forgotten

Sentimental, awash with nostalgia

Do you remember, or are you scared

Think on - only from the past

No ideas for an unknown future

Nineteen Eighty Four is way back

A place no more than a wilderness

The Easy Rider’s have smoked

Their last cheroot, today is a reflection

But what of tomorrow

Walk naked down the high street

Or some other form of soul baring

Or extravagant expression; rose petals 

In gardens falling, more or less to dreams

To intensify - autumn’s fresher schemes

Taken from the collection Words in Aspect South Facing - Available from Amazon for Kindle

Turn away from the return

Escape to this piece of England

Determination your sensitised survival key

Something snapped; one final silence too far

One magazine article, one mission

Two hundred miles apart

You are going or even may have gone

Purposeful; with direction and organisation

Another way of life to give back a life

To vibrant youth; no more to carry the still 

Misplaced child found in a house lost of love

Once, twice, but never ever a third time

Sound of fortune cards pulled from the pack

Wise words taken with a wiser smile

Shall we go home now

The first song on the first date

Soon together & determined at one

Purpose with and in a single key

Taken from the collection Words in Aspect South Facing - Available from Amazon for Kindle

White light, clear evening

Always forwards with preparation

Except this time to give chance its chance

Unexpected, the floodlit clock tower

The touch of hand on hand

In such a rush to build a past

To look forwards, to look out, for

Flashbacks of the future, memory of now

Wait; spare a moment from the cobwebs

Feel skin pressed hard against skin

Teeth bite hard into necks

Sink into softer navels

Bodies clenched tight

For fear of misunderstanding

Risk all

But do not call it desperation

Tall towers …longer views

Taken from the collection Words in Aspect South Facing - Available from Amazon for Kindle