Postcards, unsent

postcards unsent

A racially-motivated sonnet to the working class

Cor blimey Charlie, how’s yer father’s? And yer mam? Bit of ox tongue, brisket, to go with them eels? Take a butcher’s at this lamb. Looking’s for free son. In yer dreams.
Cherry

Kitesurfer, Tarifa

(transcending slavery)

Song to Ronda

(for the gypsies)

Ode on a Blackbird

(subtitled, Empiricists be gone.) From my collection of unsent postcards.

Ode on a Sprig of Gorse

unsent postcards

Intimations of an Artist Looking Up

There, resting, taking a moment for sorrowless peace. Trampled a daisy on the way up. No matter, the wild meadow’s currency will return undiminished tomorrow, released and sprung,

Intimations of a Woman Looking Up

A prayer for immortality and the enduring human spirit. Read at my dear mother's funeral.

Rhapsody in Ronda, a Sonnet

On holiday in Ronda, Andalusia