The Colour Turquoise

– My Poems (3) Hot long days and water fights,We three young gracesPlaying chasing gamesWith the French girls in their bustiersBound firmly in place with multiple straps.Why me?Acqua.Girl guides’ blouses bursting out all over.He couldn’t be trusted with a map on the moor.And the swans swam onAs the Chelsea pensionersIn their crimson coatsOverlooked the EtonContinue reading “The Colour Turquoise”

Kitchen Conversation

My Poems (2) Grandma yelled out ‘There’s tails in the pan’,And then it caught fire.So soon the draughty back playroomGot a new stove andBecame the hub of the house.But what of the old kitchen,Beneath the loft where I layFrozen with the large windows all around,Bodget and squashTransformed it into a bogAnd a store,For mother’s materialContinue reading “Kitchen Conversation”