Jubilant palm leaves, Waiting for his feet to tread over. Watch them cheer! A dying King waits for you to sing his death song, Carrying a cross. You remember this, Stuck in traffic waiting for the lights to go green.
What to do today - wallow in despair or weep? I choose sleep instead.
You come to bed late, crawl under the sheets, You’re restlessly turning and kneading my feet, I can’t help but wonder just where you have been But I can’t ask you questions, or make a loud scene. I’m pliantly yielding as you climb onto me, You don’t ask for permission - you assume my body … Continue reading Profligate Pussy
For Liz Stanley - who was right (sort of). ‘Remember to write whilst working down there.’ You’re wilting already under her Basilisk stare, ‘Bang out an article whilst you sit on the plane, Bang out more articles you’re halfway to fame’. For five years you lectured, marked essays and read, But those infamous articles … Continue reading On (not) Writing
Grey gulls sky surfing, Trembling daffodils cower in the lashing sleet.
One day for women To give cards and gifts that say Hooray for this day!
Big skies of Scotland, trailing wood smoke, Fences, fields and tangled copses of wind-bent trees, Grazing clumps of sheep near reedy pond water. Bleak winter beauty viewed from the train, Cold hands fumble for the correct change. Weirs of white water tumble past a Cathedral spire. Dogs and people stroll, Passengers wait and the … Continue reading Gleneagles to Glasgow