Gleneagles to Glasgow

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

Lipstick

Grey mornings,Damp windows,A cold house full of sleeping people.Your face is tired, full of lines and folds,It’s not a face made for growing old.All the serums and creams cannot turn back Time,Feminism tells you, ageing's not a crime.Theoretically that’s true,Practically such shit:If you walked around naked, you’d look a right tit.Those tits once so firm … Continue reading Lipstick