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Tuesday 19 March 2024

Eye Candy

Red stilettos

Right up to her thighs

My it’s nice

To climb so high


Why oh why

Its really nice to climb so high


Leather boots

Ermine for the firming

Foaming at the lips

Kiss her on the pips


By God it’s nice

To climb so high


Denim jeans

Fit and mean

Squeeze on back

Back to seventeen


My oh my, by the by

It sure is nice to climb so high



Monday 18 March 2024

Mall Today

Dear diary

Went to the mall today

Me and Molly Flanders

Suspicion surrounded, swept over our every move


All as gone before

That’s gone before

All as gone

Gone that’s gone before

All as gone before

Gone that’s gone before


Masquerade, minuet

Pickpockets at the mall today

Johnny, Jenny, taking nickel’s, taking dimes

The punters never notice, even stand in line


Dear diary

Drew my dole today

Along with Francis of Assisi

Desperation descends, deepens every mood


All has gone before

That’s all gone before

Gone, all gone

All has gone

All has gone before

Gone that’s gone before


Spices, dyes, crimson  from Aspen

Old market stalls at the mall today

Saffron, with Shandy make atmospheric chimes

Wandering folk don’t notice; while away the time


Dear diary

Bought some coal today

Me, Mrs Thatcher, and that scary Mr Scargill

Confrontation threatened every altercation


All that’s gone before

That’s all that’s gone before

All gone before

Gone, all gone before

All has gone before

Gone that’s gone before



Sunday 17 March 2024

Saturday 16 March 2024

Reading Maps Is Fun

Knot, intertwining, we’ll meet you later on

Somewhere round the blowing house

Over Norsworthy Plantation way


Dwell, continue, we’ll rest awhile

Beside the pixies house 

Together on Yellowmead Down


Rustle, acquiring, we’ll steal our herd our way

Through Woodtown then Furzetor Pass

Twixt here to Sampford Spinney


Dam, earth, buttress; we’ll construct to confine

From the cattle grid to the homesteads

Under the shade of Combestone Tor


Quarry, excavate, we’ll extricate information, to find

A way up Rugglestone Rock, to Seven Lords lands

Before we rendezvous at Widecombe in the Moor


Drink, libation, we will soon be there for prayer

Nearby the weir of Higher Coombe

Falling upon Scorriton, upon Scorriton Chapel


Mill, alcohol still, Benedictine of Buckfast

We’ll make our way into a Cistercian Monastic order

Beside the Butterfly Farm near the Railway Museum



Friday 15 March 2024

Steam Gallery

Electric blue

Surfing through

Singles night reflection

Circumspect introspection

Electric blue

Shining through


Never seen your light before

Transmitting at the shore

Winters night

Transparent sight

Never seen you so bright

Before


Eclectic hue

Dancing shoe

Painter from the peak

Horizons you seek

Shine on through

Electric blue