Category Archives: Self compositions

I went to my mother and said where’s

the little wooden table and two chairs

she looked out the window then said to me

they’re at the bottom of the garden can’t you see

I said to her that I had just been there

and I couldn’t find them anywhere

she said go and look down by the trees

they’re probably covered in the Autumn leaves

and so of course when I went out to see

they were right where Mummy said they’d be

Clever Mummy

The empty goatskin

can revive the drowning man

air replacing water

I stroll around my local patch

and wonder at the sights I see

surmounted by a roof of thatch

whitewashed walls tween black oak beams

I stand and gaze in ecstasy

at this the cottage of my dreams

thoughts and memories

seeking release from their net

dreams in the night

His Royal Highness, some once thought a fool, has shown his fitness over us to rule.

The finely bored eyes

glare above a sharp toothed mouth

highly seasoned gourd

The old farmyard looks the same

as the old picture in the frame

but my eyes still fill with tears

as I remember all those years

when the sounds of horses filled the yard

and even though the work was hard

in the evening we would say

this will all be gone one day

and I would rather not be there

when the smoke from engines fills the air

and I know I can safely say

that all I once held dear has gone away

but I am happy because I understand

that this farm remains in good hands

as every other farm throughout this land