18th November 2020 Great waves in the bay, riding in grey;Many horses, breaking white;Cloud shadows indigo charging fast;Against them, wheel…
14th November 2020 At first, just a few fine threads of airborne silk:Only noticed because their dalliancesTeased drifting glintsFrom blue-skied…
11th November 2020 I am the very last apple:Still hanging on, high in the tree.Perhaps you wonder why I do…
I wrote this two years ago; it was considered “too strong” for the Armisitice centenary show Dale Amateur Dramatic Society…