The Tower
I am standing by a dark, black, stone sea,
where nothing lives
no reflection sees.
They tell me they used to swim in it
but now there are merely
tourists behind a rope,
dipping distant fingers
into the icy
ink.
I turn to walk the path into the red-brick, splendid town,
Where the proud, clock … Read more
I have a dream
I have a dream that my children’s children
Will know a ladybird, a tadpole, a cricket, a slow-worm.
That they will know what it is to watch the moon glide her silent way through an embroidery of bright stars,
while the owl hoots and the hedghogs shuffle.
I have a dream that my children’s children,… Read more
Truth in Turkey
I actually still feel rested after our late arrival back from Turkey last week in spite of being back to early mornings and children who don’t want to be out of bed in time for school. The 16 loads of washing (OK, I exaggerate; but only slightly) are done and the cases are stored under … Read more