....Ladies and Gentlemen?
Well, just one gentleman actually.
One particular gentleman,
as it happens.
...
What is it of this act,
that marks those partaking
with the musk like scent
of betrayal?
...
My wishes become
ever
decreasing
circles.
...
Do not start with me;
you will not win!
If I could dip
the edge of my pen
...
‘Why did you choose me Mummy’?
I might ask you the same....
‘Why did YOU choose me? ’
I muse in quiet contentment.
...
How can one mourn
a future that will never be?
My un-conceived
yet pre conceived
...
Through the slow but certain
perfusion of
drip, drip, drip
through
...
So for you,
My darling….
I will learn to prune my own acers,
...
Perhaps,
when you have finally grown tall
and I look up to you,
instead of down
...
It is always five fifteen,
on Mondays.
You never invite
comment;
...