William reminded me to start writing again a couple of years ago, and since then has provided me with a constant stream of inspiration. Here's a couple of poems:
From this overgrown pond-side path
our torches spotlight still water.
Sudden black flashes blaze overhead,
locked on to insects, roller-coasting the canopy.
You stand spellbound in your fleece and red summer shorts.
Stumbling back through the woods,
you talk excitedly about how close they came to your face.
I hold your cold hand tight.
Happy When I Hum
You know that I’m a happy little chappy, when I hum,
I might be eating chocolate, I might be chewing gum,
I might be chomping caramels, I might be crunching crisps,
I might be halfway through a bag of cherry-cola lips,
I might be sucking polo mints until the packet’s done,
but you know that I’m a happy little chappy, when I hum.