Silk

Wrapped in silk she drew the line
Between shoulder blades and down his spine
With fingers dipped in honeyberry
Mixed with wine.

The beach in winter

Here we are, the wind
Is bringing leaves across the
Sand to us.
Footprints fill with salted sea
And following the leaves
Comes the frost.

Snow Falling

Today while watching slow flakes fall
I got to thinking,
Not of anything much at all,
But how things were sinking.
I wouldn't claim to be upset,
Just perturbed.
I still smiled happily, and yet
I felt disturbed.
Like I could hear a gathering storm
In a sea shell
As I sat here comfortable and warm
And the snow fell.

Tea

Johnny put the kettle on
Fill it full of Oolong,
Lapsang Souchong,
Earl Grey, Ceylon,
Assam good and strong.
Johnny put the kettle on,
It's time for tea.

Soup

I recommend, dear friend, that you do not
Leap into the cooking pot.
For you might find it rather hot
Swimming in the cooking pot.
And rather than hunks in swimming trunks
You'd find only potato chunks,
And bits of onion floating there
That might get tangled in your hair.
You'd burn your bonce and boil your bot
Swimming in the cooking pot.
So, dear friend, I recommend
That you
Do
Not.

Doggerel

Dog loved to read.
He could read at speed.
He dove through Dickens at a dash
And Flaubert flew by in a flash.
He devoured a dictionary for lunch
(The thesaurus was a minor munch).
But one day whilst reading in the park
He choked on a quotation mark.
He coughed and sneezed and shook his head,
But poor dog ended up quite dead.
Now he sits outside the Pearly Gates
And reads the paper while he waits.