'I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree'
A single leaf makes its own history.
Attached to the bough from which it
My beloved father, the last time we met
in company with your confidant and friend Abu,
we spoke of many things.
Most importantly the history I'd lost in the
The sun rises early.
'Bloody daylight saving.'
Birds fly. Grasses grow.
The Victa's primed and
I can hear you
making small holes
The sense of loss
can't be explained.
It's as though half
of you says 'let's do
Amidst the rubble and confusion
a child's hand clutching a toy.
He saw her, and knew he had to meet her,
this elfin girl with bobbed hair
and an oval face.
Eyes as big as saucers, and lips,
I wish I'd have done the things
I should have, when I should have.
Looking back, we're told we shouldn't -
I could have done better - been kinder -
'the Somme 1916'
I'm scribbling in incessent rain
and mud has turned to slush.
You won't know a thing