As larks under a shaded tree sing By the brilliant summer sun beat wings, As swallows fly across the blue sky Yellow flowers’ sequined tears stream shy And down they fall and bounce off high, When we were children, in awe we cried, In comfort lay in fields of swaying jade And wished these... Continue Reading →
Ralph
One sullen morning, dear Ralph, you’ll see Why master Osmond called you a protégé, In your attic the answer dwells, shabby Yet bright – the beacon in life’s plangency. It hums, it drums, the beats they echo a tune And shines through the wooden window the moon, A cure for your enervated heart, Ralph,... Continue Reading →
Ink Idle 