Jan30

They definitely made some special pies – 47 varieties. I saw them piled up on the stalls as I shuffled past With the mob to watch the action. I stood aloof in the throng, The air a heady mix of Body odour, lavender and decay. We stood waiting in the muddy trench for Almost two…

Dec14

Burning, burning, embers bright, Glowing on into the night, Glowing still all through those years, Growing bright to guide our tears. Smoulder on! You fearsome fester. Smoulder deep! Vindictive quester. Retaliation’s ashes growing To avenging flames, now overflowing. And retribution’s fury brings An end to life of heinous kings And quench that wasteful, latent thirst,…