I was born in a farmhouse deep in the countryside As a small girl I would look over the stone wall And watch my neighbours and other locals Travelling to a market in the next town These were my happy and warm years   And then it all changed when my father was bankrupted The […]

On the Bakerloo Line at Piccadilly Circus There is a gap in the wall between the lines Where both the northbound and southbound Platforms can be seen to an advantage It has been reported that Ophelia Has been seen here lingering between trains Still wearing her damp white dress I often find withered flowers on […]

We had decided to have a free morning And spent it on the sandy beach Swimming and adoring the sun At about noon we went to the violet beach bar And sat under the palms Enjoying our ice cold drinks We chatted for a while to a German couple Who had travelled from their home […]

When I woke today I had already decided to become a transatlantic pilot I pulled back the sheets and designed my plane on your lovely bum Later that day I was on an airfield in Suffolk packing my sandwiches for the flight   We were sitting on a mini dam somewhere in Oxfordshire eating our […]

Of late I have begun to experiment With an ancient camera That I found at a church jumble sale I must say that I am pleased with the results As they seem to be rather fine And not from an amateur lens People have said that I have a special eye For the light and […]

In a time of deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act The streets are empty tonight my friend The most efficient way to destroy people is to deny And obliterate their own understanding of their history May this never happen in this land of our fathers sins

On the 17th of March 2022 the sun will set at about 7pm I must day that I am looking forward to that day As I will be able to paint my bedroom orange I am doing this in homage to my beautiful cat Who hates this colour more than green And refuses to look […]

As we lay drying in the field I could not help but notice The darkness of your nipples Revealed through your wet shift I did not comment as your eyes Were resting after our swim I just watched the sun halos As they shimmered In the white summer sky

I want to write a poem About silence The things people Do not say

I watched poetry as she strolled through the cornfields She was soaking wet having jumped into a pond To retrieve a bracelet that I had given her As the day was hot and the winds gentle She hoped that she would be dry in time for tea I had my doubts as her shift was […]