Here you saw the sweet azure of bluebells…
I ambled idly on the mound That hosted snowflakes, drops and squills,
This room Safe Without walls
The world is too much.
Normal exhausted out of time
A splurge on the back page Or the back of a dismissive hand
Tapestries gracing ancestral estates Welcome mats trimming our public park gates
An eggless raspberry bellied bake Twitcher fuel – Kitchen-side of the glass
Christmas Eve trains track Figures gifting plastic poems Lines of Lego love.