Full mettle Full pelt Onward march Bombs and bullets I quiver in my muddy boots I muster up some courage I must not show my fear

The sound of silence On the blank page No inked words written or smudged No music notes to write

From a teardrop A seed does grow Fed, watered and trimmed Always loved

Perspex plastic separates us Unable to hold or touch FaceTime seeing everyone

A mirror image of the Naked Poet Her Number One fan dips his inked pen As he shows his love Against the shining mirrored wall

My naked words of poetry do speak In our poetic bed Heated desire My naked, raw words are on fire

Taking an unconventional, storybook ride My old storybook takes flight Reading those stories of fantasy and fairytales

Please do sit down Take a pew Put your feet up won’t you No feet on the new coffee table Do not slouch Do not lounge

Speeding through the musical highway Playing through the musical waves Plucking your well loved guitar strings

Straight on til morning The bats did fly The bats did not look back Carrying their precious cargo in an old witches hat

The bats leave the belfry Spontaneously Every direction Hearing eerie sounds In this desolate, cold place High in the grey sky

It must be the little devil in me As my happiness grows and grows Blooms and blooms I take advantage of your little misfortunes

Entanglement and entwined Your delicate trap of lies and lines Sewn together by continual, curious circles Balancing

Please don’t break my Brambley apple heart My heart is deliciously tangy but never too sugary sweet

Deliciously sweet As I taste your words You strip me down to our naked truth Writhe and sway In this revelling ink

Alice finds herself in a brave, new wonderland world She lives a different life She is a dominatrix Yet, she is the one with her hands tied

The beautiful lady of all past times Floating amongst the cotton candy clouds Above the rippling seas Living in the skies

Potholes Causing traffic jams Due to excessive rain Flooding potholes The water rose Stuck in traffic for 6 hours or so

The tall, dark shadow Walked down Pumpkin Lane Hands of straw Doc Martin, old dirty boots Wearing shoddy workmen clothes

The earth met the sea My feet touched the sand As I looked at the water I saw this big beautiful fish bowl