Is my family Hamlet or King Lear?
– My Poems (3) Hot long days and water fights, We three young graces Playing chasing games With the French girls in their bustiers Bound firmly in place with multiple straps. Why me? Aqua. Girl guides’ blouses bursting out all over. He couldn’t be trusted with a map on the moor. And the swans swamContinue reading “The Colour Turquoise”
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”