The artist and his four models were walking along the steep path towards the beach It was a steep descent made all the more difficult by the equipment that was being carried Frank was unable to carry much as he had lost his arm in the war He had sketched a little but this was […]

Tough Tough Wilderness and Fe Felix Fe were sitting on Deal Pier It was a dull grey day and the coast of France visible on certain days was shrouded in mist This annoyed both of them so they had brought thirteen pots of powder paint to brighten the day They had lined these pots up […]

El Alamein Two corpses lay jagged in the sand Missing limbs their blood had run dry But this was not noticed By the congregation party Who were digging their graves   Comrades Bury me in the high light In the soft shifting sands Return to your children before year fall And hold them in your […]

Maelwen was sitting on a bench at the railway station reading a book of poems by Charles Kingsley Her train was not due for an hour Or maybe two She lived in Ash Vale with Roger Roger and Anna It was a pleasant house Roger Roger and Anna were at that very moment counting Brillo […]

White Fable is driving down deen down forever brown With a frown Have pity pretty Kitty on this boy from the city Join him in a passion prayer To show him that you really care But do not touch the aspen leaves For these have been tainted by many thieves   What are you doing […]

As Rachel tended to her flock She looked at the nearby city houses One building half hidden Had thirteen chimney pots Rising high into the sky Rachel thought of the final supper That had taken place In her father’s house    

The hills green grey green Await the rain But they lie to the fallow trees About the sculling cloud   Nothing stirs in the low meadow Except for the blank winds Which seduce the shy grasses With their damp dour rhythms    

Amaryllis why do you collect Leaves in your apron When I have started a fire The season has ended You should let it rest    

As a new born she was laid On her mother’s cold apron Her life milk was the gift Of her three sisters    

The jeweller carried a diamond in the heel of his boot as he fled the country of his birth It would be his future he thought He travelled for many hundreds of miles and found himself in a darkened town If you give me sanctuary I will give you light He shouted in a deserted […]