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Monday, 10 December 2012

And about time too...

Just letting you all (assuming there is anybody out there still reading this) know that my latest collection of poetry - The Unchanging World Of Mr And Mrs Sun is now available.
Get it at

Why not buy a dozen and give them to some of your friends.
Or perhaps your enemies.

To whet your appetites here is one of the poems from the book, the title piece, in fact. It's illustrated on the cover.

The Unchanging World of Mr And Mrs Sun


Today I'm dressed in emerald green:

waistcoat, bowler hat and braces.

My wife, who by my side is seen,

is also dressed in emerald green;

in a puffball skirt

and pleated shirt.

We're in accustomed places.


Today her dress is long and white:

a yellow sash is wrapped about,

to match my shirt that shines so bright

and set off with bow tie of white.

The storefront glare –

the place we share –

is elegant without a doubt.


Blood red with black dots, black with red:

see Minnie Mouse, her theme today.

My clothes may be quite plain instead:

the trousers black, the shirt just red.

Dressed up so smart,

we never part.

A life together is our way.

I have not changed except my hat

but my wife's mouse demeanour's gone.

She has a long silk gown now that

has matching shade to my red hat.

Gold threads entwine

in both designs

for all the world to gaze upon.


Today we've changed to shades of blue:

a shirt of sapphire, navy tie.

My wife's blouse has a similar hue

and skirt and shoes are also blue.

We always try

to catch the eye

of all the people passing by.


Each passing day from shop front stand

we watch, consider, contemplate.

We're always not quite hand in hand,

as side by side we simply stand.

While others race

from place to place,

still all we do is watch and wait.