A love in verse

The Garden

Performed by

Stepping out from the wooden shed

Before me’s the garden (and then the house)

There's every shade, from deepest red-

To delicate yellow- she has the nous

To grow great flowers and it’s inbred

Her dear late mother had the gift

- The gardens she made in those days long dead!

Now this, as handsome, makes my heart lift


Those Two

Crudely pinned, the walls all wear

Dozens of paintings; on the floor

In stripy dress a silent bear...


You beside me on the balcony

The dark Aegean sea at dawn

And ouzo and water and cigarettes...