This started off as one thing and ended as quite another. I’m afraid I have politics on the brain  – even when I’m trying to be romantic!

Halfway to our destination,

Chances still to meet,

Ticket ride from separation,

Journey at our feet.

Risk of worth to end frustration,

Ready for the heat,

Central hope of consummation,

Halfway to replete.



Mist drifted in on the west coast,

Haar settled in pockets the east,

From the north, a cold wind is blowing,

Heading south, uninvited from feast,

Through the haze that some see only slightly

Are the kent well, the lay of the land,

Known by the natives, e’en blindfold,

Accept or reject out of hand.

Enfranchise the right of all passage,

Not by whip nor by tactics, nor siege,

Heged no more as the sheep in the fiefdom,

Fog lifting, clear vision, the pledge.

Chill factors accounted, storm brewing,

Lamps lit and blinking onshore,

Winds rising, temperatures with them,

And voices of never, no more.

From every direction prevailing,

Scourge of the wrong of the right,

By the left, quell extreme, centripetal,

Cyclone of justice to fight.

Weather forecasting the future

Where shelter’d dominion lies,

Disbelieve the official meterological,

Look to the signs in the skies.

On The Wing

Freedom’s just another word for floating on the breeze,

A flightless bird that’s found its song and wings,

A carousel suspended in current’s twirling ease,

Carousing, fulsome-throated as it sings.

Flight, another fantasy, for rising in the air,

Above the noise and fracking far below,

Penchant of the pensive and all dreamers everywhere,

New direction for a world that spins too slow.

Upwards is a preference as onwards to the wind,

Uninhibited, unleashed, euphoric verve,

Harmonious high in helium’d mind,

Flight of visions distant, sought by nerve.

Heaven Forfend!

Heaven forfend!

gasped gaze to stuttered winks 

ruptured navy sky,

bombarded stars with accursed dimming dust,

acquainted light with shadowed


merged eclipse to one darkness.

Heaven,  offended, blinked sad eyes,

dispelled day

and bowed.

Sensory Opiate

Petals perfumed for the purpose,

Sweetly scented just for us,

Scattered from above to rest abed.

Fragile flower fragments,

Tinted pink and white pigments,

Pillowing softly our two heads.


Subtly stirring in the air,

Bouquet of roses in our hair,

Drowsy opiate of love’s addiction.

We turn and gather close,

Bodies melding head to toes.

Soporific lovers’ benediction.

Losing the Light

Eyes dimming and fading

To joy.

Illumination diminished.

Darkness creeping across corneas

Blurring edges and long sight,

Short vision.

Looking inwards

Wanting and failing.

Pushing back blackness

Try to hold the light

Perception or procedure

Too tired to think.

Sleep awaits the doubts

And despair

Sleep away.