Amelia and I were sitting on the beach When a silver jump jet landed on a sandbank It stayed there for a few minutes before taking off Vertically into the clear white blue blue sky The jump jet then began to entertain us with extravagant manoeuvres Before slowly changing into a strawberry jelly right before […]

Iggyug Popinov was a furry gonk I was given it as a child My furry gonk is no more It was lost many years ago Abandoned during a move Only his his odd name survives Which is quite similar to us all As after the fun and games have ended Only the names survive Either […]

Geraldine was standing in the rowing boat She was playing her violin Six flamingos were watching her There were usually seven But one has travelled abroad Because of a family illness

The year is pursuing its bleak conclusion My Christmas Cactus has slowly flowered Our winter horizons are now pink blush red        

I would like to travel to the South Seas and lay naked in your strong arms I would like to share perfumed tea with you and read The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam I would like to walk on a beach during a blush sunset and share a bitter lemon My summer dresses are now in […]

I almost died in my dream As I had become trapped When my one time school friends Stormed the hill that we were defending Most of my comrades Had been killed in the shelling But I had only been lightly injured When my school friends arrived They began bayoneting the injured I was preparing for […]

What is reality Is there a reality Or is it all a dream I have just drifted Though a day Full of spirits I have yet To find a reality       No artist tolerates reality (Nietzsche)        

Not many summers ago I saw a beautiful Jewess With raven hair and raven eyes Weeping by a wooden fence I enquired about the source And saw that she was loosely shackled She told me that her husband had trapped her As he was jealous of her considerable beauty And did not want her to […]

Miss 91 was my art teacher who once a year would help us to decorate parts of The Ride in preparation for the annual award of The Judges The Judges were normally friends of hers from the theatre as before becoming a teacher she had trained to become an actress I do not know why […]

Is the name of my cat As it does not answer To its birth name   It is a difficult creature Much given to fighting With other stray cats In the small corners Of my prison   The Figs of Europe You know that Europe is dead And I am impatient to end it   […]