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Friday, 10 May 2024

Nigh on caught the writers eye

The purple pink ink was sprinkling

Words deeper than the page could print

The deep red sun in the sky was sinking

Skies hues bluer than the blackest ink


The vermouth gin was drinking

Crazed, laced, aniseed, menthe and mint

The blue black sky had summers stars a twinkling

Skies light, whitest snowball cocktail drink


The drink distilled the multicoloured inks

The pink blue sky nigh on caught the writers eye

The instinct was to close, the amber nectar rose

A painter shaped his pose, a poet had another drink




Thursday, 9 May 2024

Archangel Michael

On board

On board the Archangel Michael

Kos, a present from the English

For helping win the freedom war

Took from 45 to 58 to get the papers sorted

On board

On board the Archangel Michael


An anchor slip on the wooden ship

Island sun, nun forsaking nun

The purple sage has read you

The sprigs and the twigs are to tread through


On board

On board the Archangel Michael

A floating boat of hope

Worry beads, religions icons, photos of the pope

And Greek Orthodoxy for the crew

On board

On board the Archangel Michael


A landing stage for boats to lay

A slip of sand, a welcome hand

The island blade has read you

The boats and warmer coats

We’re all just floating through



Wednesday, 8 May 2024

Being tougher might have been kinder

Being tougher might have been kinder

Maybe I could have been kinder to myself


I could have seen the end before it happened

But suspended, I gave myself just too much rope


Was it the rough ride that life had bled for you

Did my chase relent to eventually embrace you


Being tougher might have been kinder

We could have been kinder to ourselves


We could have seen the end before it happened

Suspended, each kept on giving just too much rope



Tuesday, 7 May 2024

Glowing at the attention

A little sad reflection

Fifteen years ago this day

In the land of Mr Pye

Building castles in the sand


The horse drawn carriage beckoned

Children’s bonnets and the sun cream for protection

Protection needed you had reckoned

On this island free, free to begin, to begin to dream


We wandered up towards the headland station

We gazed the azure blue over to France

This was our first vacation

A consolidation of subterfuge romance


Laying in the meadow dozing

Clumps of Jasmine beneath the peregrine by chance

Laying on the meadow headland dozing

Taking photos of sparrows doing their ‘flutter dance’


We’d travelled on the hydro foil of Condor

Sat on the deck in Channel Island sunshine

The light of lightness being longer

Holding hands in some pave crazed expectation line


We had the corner table

The restaurant was first class

The girls glowed at the attention

And you glowed at their sass


We played some games a little later

Scrabble, and cards; was it Twist or was it Fish

Oh so happy, even before our consummation

We were feeling, feeling lovingly rich


And when we had returned

The photographs cannot lie

I was caught adrift and snoozing

You as ever, were camera, camera shy


Now it’s another May Day holiday

An island by the name of Kos

No longer at one together; here tonight without you

Remembering what, oh what on earth it is we’ve lost




Monday, 6 May 2024

Stuttering Staccato

She wrote me a letter

Talked of garlands and May

Walk with me through the meadow

Tread with me softly, she did say


I replied in stuttering staccato

Struck a strangers chord, with echo and delay

Your kindness, gentle, finds and swamps me

I’m sinking fast, I did say


She wrote such words that turned me

Talked of where, and when we’d play

Talked with me so full of passion

She’d twist the vine with me, she did say


I replied by post, almost rolled over

Searching deep for every word

Your passion fever, finds and haunts me

My writing is past, you’ll find I did say