Sky That is Left …

Cool cloudscape sundown bubbles

Rise and gurn like bad ogre’s

Thrice-warmed breakfast bean porridge:

Grey, unappetising but irresistible. Continue reading

Along the Wall Today.

Along the wall today, innocents

Are suckling in warm indolence,

Happy birds singing their

Joys-to-be-alive songs:

Too-long-lonely cuckoo and

This century’s call and no-answer

Blackbird piper. With the long-storm

Passed, sundown sentry-calm

Is sinking in. At last,

It seems, the one-time

War-stones can bask

In peace.