My world is monochrome,
It’s black and white,
Or shades of grey.
A place of forbidden fruit,
Of persecution.
I do not question,
I just do as I’m told.

My world is monochrome
It’s black and white,
Or shades of grey
Colour only exists to forbid.
Don’t think,
Don’t speak,
Don’t enter.

But today I choose to non-conform!
Today j choose to paint my world,
Just a little,
Today I choose to be different.
Today I carry colour,
Not just in my heart,
Or head,
But on my person too…
Take cheer from my small rebellion!

Row on row of poplar trees,
Stretching as far as the eye can see,
And me, in this surreal frieze,
Breaking this awesome symmetry…

The bridge stretched on and on and on,
Ma strange, repetitive phenomenon,
And ended beyond vision, who knows where,
Apparently, at a point in pure, thin air.,
A thing if beauty, a thing of grace,
Designed to take me from place to place,
With subtlety, beauty, simplicity,
Yet also with great economy.
I’ll follow the lights to the other side,
Whilst enjoying every inch of the glorious ride.

Step into this sylvan glade,
And see the world anew,
Light, in a divine cascade,
Gives a mystic, silver hue.

In this favoured hideaway,
This lush, clandestine space,
My spirits rise, like a soufflé,
My special, secret place…

Your laugh is fat and fills my soul,
The two of us giggling’s a perfect whole,
For you I’d walk from pole to pole,
Because you are the one.

I go weak when I hear your voice,
Your presence makes my heart rejoice,
It’s you, there is no other choice,
Because you are the one.

I sense it when you walk in a room,
Emotions well in a giant flume,
My pulse rate quickens, my heart goes boom,
Because you are the one.

I love your perfume, love your scent,
I believe you’re heaven-sent,
Time with you is time well spent,
Because you are the one.

Being with you is a wonderland,
It’s an adventure, and it’s grand,
I’m happy to simply hold your hand,
Because you are the one.

You’re my lover, you’re my muse,
Each day with you’s a giant schmooze,
You’re my treasure, how can I lose?
Because you are the one.

I love lazing on high summer days,
In a kind of Mediterranean haze,
Sunlight, bright, above my head,
Or a cooling bougainvillea shelter instead…
A splash of colour, shades of stone and white,
Make my restful spot just right!

Oh, dear papa, would you stretch by degrees,
Because I’ve a bout of the serious munchies,
I’m far too little to reach that cheese,
But, oh, dear papa, can you reach it please?

Oh, dear papa, are you tall enough?
To reach that meat that’s covered in ‘puff’,*
I feel the need to overstuff,
Oh, dear papa, do prove you’re tough!

Oh, dear papa, you’re my star, true blue,
And hero, oh, and role model too,
So, I beg you, claw me down the stew,
Oh, dear papa, I love you!
*puff = puff pastry

Fauvist colour,
Sheets of it,
Ribbons of it,
That shift and dance,
In a mad whirl,
Filling the sky.
Wondrous
Norwegian
Northern Lights…

A perfect geometric whole,
Fragile,
Transparent,
Delicate,
Each exquisite piece that forms the circle,
Clinging tenaciously to a central point.
If I hold this up and blow,
Soft, so soft,
Each gossamer light seed,
Will carry on the wind,
And plant itself to create,
Initially,
A burst of sunshine yellow,
Oft maligned,
Which becomes another
Perfect geometric whole…

A majestic urban landscape,
Tall, twinkling, tactile somehow,
And the full moon,
Rising above it,
Lighting a path,
Across the bay.
The water, stained,
All crushed purples and violets,
And a line of light across it…
A single, solitary stork,
Kept lonely vigil,
On the moon, across the bay.