The Dove From Above

This is England!

Where the glass is half-full and the beer is warm

Where the cricket is crease worn and the diapers dry

You’ll never look into his eye again you miserable squirt

Until you’re face down in the dirt, mopping floors and doing dishes

the english way.

What a man said before he got into bed

suddenly everybody knows

whats in his head and the calculation he shows

must be wrong. I’ll never ever believe it!

Until the day it happens.

Their dangerous eyes prying

The terrorist cries ‘Alah Uh Akbar’

Before blowing himself up a balloon

to celebrate his daughters birthday

I Saw

Light on a Tree

I saw you as like the bark on a stout tree, dark and hard, protecting and essential for the life of the tree.

The sun was present somewhere behind the cloud so it was bright cloud that I saw to the left side of the tree hugging branches and the edges of a squirrel that stuffed its cheeks there.

Upwards there was a hole in the cloud cover and grey sky peered down at me.

Beneath me was grass, green and as I struggled for a metaphor…defiant of the brown soil and man-made faded greys,  glorious green, alive and well.