Friday 19 May 2023


I used to know this girl who wrote a lot. So much scribbling. As a favour to her I thought I'd put up one or two things here. Be indulgent, it was a long time ago and she was young.

Staring Out a Quiet Schoolroom Window 17

In silence there is the beauty of reality.

Beneath a blanket of traffic-hum

Peace, monotonous and uncontrasted, goes unnoticed.

Nature within artificial angles

Has roots in the earth,

Green among brown.

The evergreen autumn tones of buildings

Contrasts with the twisted trees, spring green.

Like footbound girls they are formed to man's conception of beauty.