I Dreamt of White

I Dreamt of white,
as if all the stars had fallen and covered the ground.
I felt the cold of children playing,
released from their chores,
busy making memories.
I felt the bite of a freeze,
saw familiar places changed -
the normal rearranged.

Time with loved ones
extra time not planned for -
hot soup and sleeping bags...

...and then it was gone

Paper Planes

Paper planes fly
swirling round the still Parisienne sky
down to the ground
from the little window high
above the triangle of grass
now a park
for children to play in
like I was just a child
when I made those paper planes fly
swirling round the still Parisienne sky
down to the ground
from that little window high
all those many years ago

A Crumbling Fragility (It'll be alright)

The first time away from him.
A playgroup,
a 'dump and run'.
It was designed as a couple of hours rest,
time away from him,
me time,
'do something you like' time.
In reality it was time spent feeling lost,
pushing an empty buggy 'round the streets,
time spent knowing there was something missing.
Constantly checking my watch,
with a crumbling fragility growing inside me...
"1 hour to pick - up time; 30 minutes...  15.
worrying about getting back to the community centre,
too late, too early.

So here we are,
20 years later and he's off to South America.
Chile via Madrid,
for 2 months,
and here comes thar crumbling fragility,
and I am back on those streets once more,
pushing the empty buggy,
feeling fragile and out of control,
knowing I must let him go,
but wanting to care for him,
put an arm 'round him and tell him that everything's gonna be alright!

Sh1t Morning Commute

(An ode inspired by; and in homage to 'John Cooper- Clarke')

Shit on me windscreen that me wiper won't reach,
Shit mornin' commute 'cos "my life's a beach!"

Got three quid in me tank 'cos I ain't been paid,
got a porn on my passenger seat 'cos I can't get laid!

Put a camera on me 'elmet cos the bastards can't drive,
Put an 'elmet on me 'ead cos I'd rather be alive.

Me expressionless 'visage' -
Don't  interact with me
I'm suited and booted,
me lanyard and me.

Me expressionless mobile
and coffee to go
on me mornin' commute,
I don't want to know!

A Bloke I Went to School With

I met a bloke I went to school with,
and he had grey hair,
and looked old -
and he had a flash car,
flasher than mine!

I guess he must thought the same thing!
That he met a bloke that he went to school with,
and that he had grey hair and looked old!

Maybe he didn't spot my car,
so maybe he didn't think that his car more flash than mine,
or maybe he's matured better than me!

Mr Whitely

Mr Whitely,
Holding tightly...
Then puzzled slightly,
Breathing lightly...

Mrs Whitely,
Though fit and sprightly...
Not as brightly,
Late, politely...

The doctor - rightly,
Treading lightly...
"twice nightly" the cause most likely remained.
At ninety - two with looks unsightly,
Most of us refrain,
Quite rightly!