On Dreams

Who invited you

Into my bed while I slept?

I thought we were done


n.b. I fancied torturing myself with some decent poetry and read “Billy’s Rain” by Hugo Williams. I could have chosen to put it down, I suppose.


On Pain (Norfolk)

Young men side by side

British, Czechs, Poles, and Germans

Buried together.


n.b. Farmers’ fields reclaimed from airfields, except this hallowed ground that holds sons of Europe, (and Australia, Canada and New Zealand), whose souls have flown.


CLP 10/09/2020