Just one more kiss my love

Just one more hug

Just one more day

Just one more song

Just one more dance

Just one more chance

Her mind is black, Her face is white, And she feels blue.

How did she grow so blue? Because he turned his back, She was black. And out of his sight, her face bleached white.

Oh fair she was before he left, not the sorry wight, That lay too long in the cold, dark sea, whose mind turned blue. Now that white-faced, blued soul, her mind less black,

Will pray for HIS black soul, his white hair, his blue eyes

Trinteen

The beauty of this rose

Is the red fringe,

Yellow,

But blushed,

Like a peach

There are circles in the sea,

Is a mermaid

Spinning in her sleep?

One young woman replies to another

"She has to hold more cheeseboards".

I imagined a waitress with platters of cheese all the way up her arm and one on her head!

What were they talking about?

A walk through active forestry

Thinned trees,

Cut, sawn, stacked neat

Down under the sunlit cattle

to the boggy lane below

Making mud pies at Godolphin

A group of younger children playing mud pies, one smartly-dressed girl says "You're weird, do you want to talk to my therapist, it's £5." Another girl replied "No I don't want to talk your therapist"…

Overheard; on a street corner a group of boys, two with hoods,  a very thin, starved-looking lad says "last time, last time I got seven years because they locked me in the house and stood me…"