Cherry

The Fire Ritual

Burning.

I Shall Ask No More Of You

I shall ask no more of you, For your scuppered charms won’t hold. Time has enveloped you kindness, Stolen your once-strong resolve. Yes, I shall ask no more of you

Seasons

Summer is a drunk musician Playing our favourite song. Winter is a wizened man Trying to sing along. Autumn is a widowed matron Sitting off to one side. Spring is a hot-headed teen

The Polluters

They gather in their winter coats; Stare off distantly. I nod and smile and stand a while; They say not a word to me. They strip the trees, raze the ground Give over all they find.
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July

Inspired by Ewan's 'September' - the title and the wistful quality of which is all-absorbing!

Barcelona

Barcelona (5th August 2008, 1.15am) My head is spinning, are my eyes sparkling on fire? - too much Sangria and a heart dancing on a livewire to the Mediterranean sounds of La Rambla by night;
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Too Much Gravity

The baby seagull's back in the doorway of Burger King, pacing up and down, twitchy like an addict.

The Pussycat Execution

The pussy cat execution Was a very solemn affair All the dogs wore bowler hats And the cats were in there fare As they dragged the pussy Up the gallows high Meow said the pussy

The Captain's Daughter

We were crowded in the cabin, Not a soul would dare to sleep, It was midnight on the waters, And a storm was on the deep. "Tis a fearful thing in winter To be shattered by the blast,

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