Ate the last of the Marmite this morning.It is probably about to be the weekendAt the time…
Many timesI have witnessed your changing.The colour you take onCan be unpredictable:The most brilliant tangerineOr a shade…
We journey apart in the night,Though we appear to lieOn this same mattress,Like two bodies on a raft.
All that you know is through me.
Too good to be trueIs the adage that comes to mindIn a North Devon village;
Some images are original,Primary, like colours.
Days of painting it will takeTo cover it up. What on EarthPossesses a man to paint a roomThis colour, and a bathroom at that?The hue is alarming…
When the water recedesI can walk out on the silt plainsRevealed newlyEach dayWith the pull of the moon,
