Friday, 5 April 2013

Love Poem 2013

Today  we may
date and mate
sign and rhyme
begin to grin
invade a glade
grow and flow
be in me.

Monday, 1 April 2013


I shouted ‘milk!’
at the milk
but it didn’t

I knew it well;
even what it
would become.
Still, it floated
white and flat
in a clear glass

chimney pot
on my black
and mottled
table top until
gulp-gulped, as nectar,
by a passing child of mine.