Cherry

First Kiss

Without a summer breeze To be dancing in the droplets Of Nectar sweet as a honey bee Subtle light and free

this is how i feel

This is how I’m feeling I got a lump in my throat, And my mouth is dry, My eyes are starting to water, I don’t know why, My mind is racing, Bracing myself for what I’m anticipating,

At the Tithe barn (Inspiration Point) 14th October 2008

Inspiration Point and perfect sunny Sunday curiously coincide...
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Autumn Grieves

Melancholy, for Autumn...

The Loveless

In my room of books. Warm radio noise. Yorkshire tea. Across the landing. The bath runs. She’ll enter it soon, and the soapsuds will sigh. From this chair. October drizzle presses,
Cherry

Night Out

Caught between thumb and forefinger and no will of my own...
Cherry

A Gambian Experience

Dimpled toes court the dust ... pencils hover in mid air ...

Smiles the choice of rose hips hue

Who brings me the tears of rainbows blue? And smiles the choice of rose hips hue That brings to me the moons gentle dew? With kisses soft as slender new

O’ Maiden of a quiet, mournful, repose

O’ Maiden of a quiet, mournful, repose Wasn’t it not love at beauty’s doze That your sweet dark eyes spoke Of this emanated dew ragged rose. Wasn’t it a boy in manlier clothes?

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