Together so long! Was it her vow to follow? Or was it his thong?
Tag: poetry
Ms. Manners
The following account is true. It was told to Esther by a fellow passenger as they waited to board their delayed flight to Brennan. She always said yes. She never said no. She’d go wherever you wanted to go, She always was smiling and delighted to please, She was kind and supportive, never mean … Continue reading Ms. Manners
True Minds
Written for Stelios and Egle’s Wedding 1st June 2019 What does enduring love now mean after all these many years? You’ve shared a thousand jokes and smiles, soothed sleepless faceless fears, You’ve farted loudly in your bed, squeezed spots and picked your teeth, You’ve both enjoyed experimenting, especially when he is underneath. You’ve washed … Continue reading True Minds
Dovers Rovers Plovers
Nonsense Rhymes and Tongue Twisters Revisited Mormons marry many wives How merry are those many wives? If many merry Mormons marry Can married wives make Mormons merry? Dozy dogs of Dover Dash down Delilah’s dam Delilah drowns those dozy dogs No more dovers dashing down. Rows of robber rovers ride, Rogue rovers … Continue reading Dovers Rovers Plovers
The Sandman
Time, where have you gone? I once was young and full of dreams Now I am old, breaking at the seams Time, where have you gone? Time, what have you done? Now I am old, breaking at the seams Choking and gasping on silent screams Time, what have you done? Time, when will … Continue reading The Sandman
Tulips
Tall purple tulips by towering granite walls, Unimagined lives cloistered within those narrow halls. You reach out to pluck one, caress its perfect shape, They are the only patch of colour in this urban landscape. The grey of the high-rise shuts out the sky, You leave the tulips growing, walk to a supermarket nearby, Buy … Continue reading Tulips
Pasta
You fail every day to make them feminist men, The domestic is boring and nothing to them. Food on their plates, clean clothes in their drawers, Warm beds to sleep in and hoovered bedroom floors. You’ve created two Princelings, spoiled rotten boys, When you ask them for help all they hear is white noise. This … Continue reading Pasta
