When love and lust are turned to dust 

And time has gone doolally

A butterfly will flutter by...

The best have loved the worst

Love’s no criterion

Of merit – that I am first...

She will find the flowers soon

Catch them suddenly – pinks – 

In a glance, surprised, as she enters...

The theme is you, the dream is you

Not my idea or thoughts of you

But that you are, a definite star...

At night come stars and poems

Stars dimmed sometimes but not the verse

Splendid in intention...

I passionately long to stand, hands in the bowl

Washing up, looking out onto our sunlit garden.

I long to see a cat move sleepily and pause

The treasures of time are loaded on my back

What a welcome burden! Memories alone 

Would be a lottery win...

All week I’ve worn this wig and dress

And watched the camp convoy of scandal pass

And asked...

Let me be where your lovely feet are 

On treads of stairs where you pass I’ll be

Among grass blades...

When I think of the parts I don’t play.

The minuscule oeuvre of my writing career

I look at you...