Cherry

Born again

The sun melts like Orange ice Behind the steel grey line The evening air-brush painted Into the lofty sky On by one the stars appear I shed my clothes Leave them on the shoreline
Cherry

HE'D ALREADY DISAPPEARED

His name was Peter, but no one ever called him that.

Tin Pan Alley

Living rough

There’s nothing I like better than a fresh bit of chicken, or maybe a new laid egg or two. When you live out of doors as I do, neither are so easy to come by.

Jennifer Jane and the dinghy race 4/4

It was beginning to grow darker and over to her right she could just see a thin plume of smoke and a red light leaving Attersea Island.

Time to get going!!

No surrender!!

Lost & Found

I lie & watch you in your silence, Serene in your tranquility. I listen to your breath rising & falling in time with my heart. I kneel at the alter of your beauty.

"if only a thornbird"

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Under New Management

Home At Last!
Cherry

Sketches of Love

I hold out my hands, and capture the snowflakes that fall from the collar of your coat; each one a poem completing yet another poem

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