I only saw his back
as the man went from the shore;
his tee-shirt was a turquoise blue
Such wide shoulders -
a turn-on for any girl,
and a firmness in his step
His hair was thick;
and now, my dear, I'm struggling,
for I only saw his back
I will him to have children,
that man whose back I saw...
many children, who will run across the shore...
Sunday, 31 May 2015
Sunday, 24 May 2015
IN THE SWEATSHOP
Working for peanuts,
Peta was sewing,
knowing her garments
would grace Princess Grace
Working, still smiling,
the dollars weren't piling
up in her piggy bank
down at the bank
Working for peanuts,
but she wasn't a monkey
Shame on the 'monkeys'
without shame on their fa...
Thursday, 21 May 2015
TRICK PLAY
Not yesterday,
but days further, far far back,
but even then I could be wrong,
for memories trick play
Not tomorrow,
but way, way ahead in time,
but even then I could be wrong,
having no use for crystal ball
Not today,
for you do not know me,
and privacy is guarded
like a mink coat given sudden...
SUSAN'S NECK
Susan's neck was like a swan's -
the first you noticed...
white and tapering,
with a white necklace.
Sometimes you found yourself
looking at her neck
instead of eyes or mouth.
It was strangely done!
You soon lost the drift
of what she said,
for her neck had a life of its own,
shifting, not trusting you or anyone...
Tuesday, 19 May 2015
IN THE CRAZY CANTEEN
In the crazy canteen,
people threw plates
and let off steam...
The real canteen was somewhere else.
That one was an oasis of calm,
and people ate from plates quietly.
It was a place to talk to the boss
and hint at maybe, rises.
But in the crazy canteen,
the bosses did not go.
It was just for workers evidently,
throwing knives and for...
Thursday, 14 May 2015
THE CAMPUS
The campus spreadeagled
a long, long way,
and students would lose
their bearings
Paths short shrifted
all the telling signs
Islands of trees and meadow flowers
thought to smooth the worried brows
of newer students
mishmashing timetables
and forgetting
why they had come
Checking mobile phones
to see if dad had sent the payments,
and walking the long way round
to low-built dormitories
under...
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