The lilac is out

Some poems and (very) short stories.

Invitation

One afternoon in an art gallery. Two days at your Gran’s by the sea. Tea and cake in the expensive café at the top of the department store. Half an hour running across London
Cherry

Stroanfreggan

I hope I remember the house on the third cattle grate, bread bin post box and deep stone wall. The school room where children, miles from home, once learnt grammar,
Cherry

I’ve just had an apostrophe

The floor under the window is getting lighter but when I quote Bob Hoskins in ‘Hook’, you switch on the light to write a speedy poem on a page already containing
Cherry

For mind reading

There’s nothing I can determine from the way you hold your coffee, or the slice of yellow in your iris, so I hold the bracelet you bought me, glass redcurrants skished in my palm.
Cherry

This is it

200 words