Where These Words Came From

I remember how it had once tasted;

The sweet air

The stale fumes

The incomprehensible fly to the flame,

Wondering how he, too, fell for the light. Continue reading “Where These Words Came From”

Sunflower on the Windowsill

Sat sinking deep Red armchair thinking Curtains on the cusp of something – Open them let the light flow Softly, softly now, into the room Where it reveals old being new;   On the windowsill there is a sunflower With its head confidently raised ‘you’ve watered it every day’ To bring the English country home Inside to confide With warm unnatural glows   Trim it … Continue reading Sunflower on the Windowsill