Meet me once in Bloomingdale’s Meet me near the pier Touch my hand in Central Park Let me know you’re near   Think of me when travelling Think of me asleep Touch my passport photograph My world is yours to reap   Forget me now my silent love Forget my thoughts and deeds Just think […]

Aska found a book of Norwich Poems In a field in Somerset He wondered how they had arrived In a field so far from home It was question that was to haunt him for years Until one day when after rescuing a drowning cleric He was told that he had lost the book Many years […]

As he lay gravely injured in a flooded shell hole Hawkins thought he saw a servant girl Sweeping a small room She was damping down the dust with Holy Water He knew then that his soul was being cleansed And that he would survive the war   Many years later Hawkins although an invalid Started […]

The other day we had occasion to take an evening walk The morning clouds had broken And a pleasant southerly breeze fanned the town We climbed a slight hill and found ourselves Above a valley full of flowers But there was no access to these meadows So we made our way towards the church Where […]

Humber Humber Humber I’ve got to find my motor car I’ve got to find my car My house is at the risk of burglary As I’ve left a door ajar   Humber Humber Humber What a beautiful bridge you are     Unfinished song lyrics found in a book of Larkin’s poetry by the author […]

I always give money To mental health charities As it keeps me sane   Anon 2017  

Let us water your garden Maud As the rains are far away   What are doing Christopher Green? Carving a love poem on my rifle but sir Whatever for? To remember the prettiest girl in my home town   Christopher Green had been on the island for over six years after being abandoned by the […]

His grave has commanding views of the bay and once a year on his birthday his family and friends meet at The Diesel Works and remember him I have visited his home on many occasions and try to visit Calypso at least once a year The colours of the abundant flora is what strikes one […]

When waiting for trains at Santa Justa I often think of Isidore of Seville I consider Montalembert’s view That this good man was The last scholar of the ancient world He converted many to Catholicism And now hundreds of years later Their ancestors comfortable within their religion Pass me in their hundreds on the smooth […]

The flame trees at the end of my garden never move Even in the strongest of winds I often watch them from bedroom window As I count my orange feathers   I am alone in this house I have been so for many years My sister feeds and clothes me Without her I would be […]