Poems: Friday 17th July 2020

On the other side,
the dog barks.

Sunset on
green conker shells.

The fine rain,
morning mist.

The church of
empty grounds.

A quiet street.

Beneath the plum tree,
brush and leaf.

Few fruit,
empty nest.

Noon clouds
homewards call.

The cat’s eyes



Beyond the bridge,
a house of lavender.

Swallows’ cries.

In pairs
they sweep.

Past the old peoples’ home,
the quiet stream.

On a sloping street,
a house of lavender,
and runner beans.


Author: Workers' Archive

Covering sensitivity at work and beyond on my website: https://samuelaliblog.wordpress.com/

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