Rhymes Poems don’t have to rhyme, If you ask me it’s a matter of time: When you’re not really stressing Because nothing is pressing Then, thesaurus to hand, You invariably land, If fatigued and slow On a fitting bon mot. The Aegean A night flight to Rhodes Town, Thence to Lindos… Read More »
The Youth Inside I used to be able to run, Not the shambolic, nattering of feet No longer responsive to commands; But the hungry eating up of ground That left others in my wake, Set my lungs on fire. The youth inside can sprint, But the old man knows better. The head’s… Read More »
A Moment Please ‘Can you give me a minute on my own?’ And he froze like a statue, head inclined, Gazing across the downs, seeing nothing, But owning a moment of open space, Thinking nothing, but feeling to his skin, Absorbing nine decades of this and that. ‘Ok, thank you, we can go now’,… Read More »