Friday 29 May 2020

Triggered by Cloud













On fire in a high sky,
sunlight vaguely filtered,
sliding down, attenuated,
my eyes' pointed staring,
my reminder of a face;

Sunday 17 May 2020

My Old Man's War






















It was little people
Crossing the channel;
Their Dunkirk spirit
Cut the flannel.

Covid-UK










Covid, livid,
Viruses tire us
The things that ail you
Respiratory failure…

Anthropolypse




















Mother Earth,
Oh bother, dearth;
Foiled it, spoiled it,
Death and decay,
No birth today;