Francesca Johnson Poems

A temporary man
can
be a good distraction
when filled with action
...

He lives a life alone on his floating kingdom,
A Dutch barge of immaculate neatness.
Barry left a life of greed and falsehoods
Many years ago
...

It was wonderfully fat,
squashy to the touch.
I liked the feeling very much
as I held it softly in my heart
...

You little dumpling...

So fluffy and endearing,
floating on that sea of brown,
...

Dollie, petite, slim and with hair that flows blondely
And wildly, in a kind of disorderly fashion
About her small shoulders.
A smile to welcome and calm even a bulldog.
...

Dennis, you've got to go.

I don't know who you are
or where you came from.
...

Diesel and dust,
flaking castles and roses, and spots of rust.
Who said living on a narrow boat
would be glamorous?
...

Long gone.......

Moving on
to better things.
...

It's a community spirit.
A matter of giving
to those living
alongside.
...

His 'n' hers
corned beef hash.

Got the mash
...