A love in verse


Performed by

The breeze favoured me on Turnham Green 

Urging me Brentford-ward long before

The bus arrived. Air had a silver sheen

Like the gleaming bark the birch trees wore

In a garden along the road I’d seen.

Strange comparisons come when impressions love transmutes…

The subject is silver… later I will lean

Over a dear head the silver coloured roots

And kiss the dear brow I love to make serene.  



You looking sad across the table

And me wishing I were able

To make some mirth have birth in those blue eyes...

It’s All Here

I’m back

Facing red Victorian brick and wet slate roofs

Little dear things the kids have given grace my space...