Poems

I did not say to her: - 
  "You are my love."
At the dance
I stood in the corner among the cynics
Passing unkind comments
Obscurely witty
That loud, loud
Echoed in the Empty Place

She danced
I said: - "Oh that's Pavlova!"

I was Christly once,
And she guided my plough
Straight from headland to headland.
Ah she comes not now.

You distorted the pattern I had composed
From the certainties of Earth
And left me worse off than any mad-man.

And I thought of the wasp's nest in the bank
And how we got chased one day,
Leaving the drag and the scraw-kinfe behind,
How we covered our faces with hay.