A Sequence

Ideas clash, words flow

Books are written,

Minds meet;

Joy reads them -

Fear burns them.

Margaret de Bibbesworth

Her names endures in
brass and farm: status then,
A fleeting thought now.

Helen of Troy

Was it worth it?
Beauty's eternal celeb but -
Raped, blamed and blood steeped.

Mother's day 2010

No green shoots dress trees

this year,

No daffodils blaze,

Mum's not here either.

Driving or Life?

A crater yawns - swerve -
a crack, zig, hole, zag ....abyss....
Trapped between pitfalls.