Moments
Sometimes my past just bubbles up on me
Bubbles into my brain
Moments appear in my memory
At times I can’t explain
Mary Street
From bonsai root to ripening fruit.
A smile to greet, welcoming Mary Street.
Into the Towers
Into the towers now,
Let’s see you scurry, scurry,
For the King rewards only those who hurry.
Caravaggio
The darkness, the colour,
Blood, gruesome red.
His carelessness, his valour.
Too early dead.
At The Altar of Existence
What shall I be when I stand before the Altar of Existence?
Where the Yellow Box Grow
Fresh blows the autumn breeze
As I wander through these ancient trees.
Step by step
Step by step we round the square.
Solitude
I’m here with my solitude, and you are not.
Scorpion
The Kestrels
The Kestrels don’t hover over the headland anymore.
We would go there together and celebrate that Kestrel.
After you were gone there was a pair
And I knew who they were.
Annie Potters
In Spirit
The Spectator
Acceptance, Tolerance, Priorities
The Busty Girl in the Stripy Dress
Archie
Loss
Who knows where the time goes?
Time
