We shoved and shuffled
in this brighter morning,
blue skies and sun
belying warmth,
cloudy breath and
huddled shiver an
overture to our opera
of epithets and sighs:
a tragi-comic Tannhäuser,
on West Ham’s platform stage.
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Fragments And Reflections
PoetryPoems looking at everything and anything not in my other collections. Here you'll find life and time, wild oceans and lonely coast paths, busy streets and empty hotel rooms, wild concerts and late night writing. All just fragments and reflections, l...
