During my journey I passed many emus  They shared my golden dreams  I dreamt of moats  That surrounded palaces  And a sun so vivid  That is illuminated the future  As well as the past 

This box has travelled with me  For many years It has adopted many disguises  When I finally unlocked this box  I was standing deep in a shocking river And found that it had always been empty 

We recently revealed around the West Country an often forgotten poem of mine I trad ir ro Sephine in an inn in Wells  Beautiful beautiful Wells  Tgis tint city amos glowed in the autumn light  She gave me a featuresless brown paper bag  Which obtained a mysterious book  I was instructed not to open my gift  Until the sun set slowly and silently over Somerset 

I touched your serene fingers  Which were surprisingly cold 

About ten years ago Josie and I found ourselves on Lanzarote  We won the holiday in a raffle  I did not want to go as I hate flying  I was there in 2018 Joe  Saul and I were working as holiday reps  It is a beautiful island  I agree  Do you know the Bar Lolira  […]

To achieve free speech one must inhibit free speech 

My father knew him well  They were born only months apart  And died on the same day  Their only difference was that my father  Came from a very privileged background  Whereas William was street born a bred  He only ever received one educational certificate  Which reflected his poverty  But he had a brilliant mind  And was […]

I suppose I have watched too many movies  I have read too many books I have written too many poems  I have attended too many parties  Dressed as Mrs Captain Hook 

What is that Joe  It is framed copy of a poem  Did you write it  No it is not mine  May I look  John Keegan I cannot say that I have heard of him He was a Irish ballard-writer  Was he famous  No  He came from a very poor background  Yet he started writing verses at […]

I am often haunted by my poems  I do not remember them easily  The odd line certain words  Yet others I can recite them fully  This confuses me  As I am a birth mother  Who has forgotten her children