Autobiography

[*Ki.r]
Plunging, crunching through the deep, crisp snow –
what fun, but, oh, so slow!
then up the hill we go
(the sky a-mist with floating drift),
but when we reach the steeper bit

I rode my bike
Like any six-year old
Young and so carfree
Sometimes we know of dangers
But alas, we let them be

A trip to Hong Kong, where I meet a typhoon and a short bed!

Or it's a ghost...

God mother, a new fairy!

Love, in all its complicated forms came to Ernie and me.

Not affected by their casual charm?"

Tell me. Is your
daddy not the best person
in the world?

Arms flail ahead of me
grasping at wisps
prepared to wrestle

The housewife's lust for life of long ago.

In these we lived and loved;
white-walled rooms...

One from the archives, re-written

I meet my future wife at the age of 17. Become lookout for the V1's and then join the Navy.

There was Ruthie who resided in a wheel chair. It was a challenge to get past here since she was known as the “groper.”

I pass my exams and return to North London.But the bombings continue.

The beginning of a lifetime of disbelief.

They are burning good books
for warmth.
Eating cats and dogs
for tea.
Chewing,
laughing,
and screaming.
I can see them in my street.

Granddad and I walked perfectly in step on the way home. A still, conspiratorial silence, cut with the crunch of sherbet saucers and the pat pat pat of our boots.

eyes squinting through
branches adorned
with pale colours

 
You're maybe right

“Friday night I crashed your party, Saturday I said I'm sorry
   Sunday came and thrashed it out again