The reset year
In a dress, so sheer
At the pier
Grateful to be here
With my love, so dear
A bike engineer

Day Twenty-one
Aged twenty-one
We sat in our first flat
But, more than that,

Time passed
Like one thousand
Claims
At the call centre

A decade later
Reading records
Of factory women
A diary of telephone calls

What was it all for?

I used to be loved
Prettily plated
Everyone photographed me
So utterly (out)dated

Go back
Fifteen pages
By clicking Older posts

Those are the last
Poems
I feel happy with

I have run out of words
Nothing left
To give

First of April
Museum visit followed by cream tea
Glamping
Campervanning… and carvery!
Looking out to sea