Judith has a studio in Bang

It is near the railway

I can hear trains passing

As I lay in bed in the morning

By then my sister is working

In her studio of the veils

She is mainly an abstract artist

Working with very bright colours

Whereas I am a lyrical poet

Who has lost his way

My sister calls me Coleridge

I have never asked her why

As my birth name in Clive

Some things I suppose

Are better unsaid