I bequeathed my soul to Beethoven
In joy and deep delight.
I lay listening
As the breeze floated in
from the night.

The violin concerto
Brought a tear to the eye.
Symphony number nine
Proves he was my kind of guy.

Symphony number six
Pastoral it beguiled
I stretched my limbs
In ecstasy and his spirit

I could relate more wonders
For he answers all
My wishes.
Yet now I cannot sleep
I must get up and wash
the dishes!


Washing multi coloured
Flutters in the evening sun,
Seen through the leaves of a spider plant
On the window sill.
Of our shared balcony.
Over its railings, children play.
Flowers golden in summer
White in Autumn
Sprinkle the hedges.

A recycle bin over flowing.
Below much greenery.
Tenants embrace the earth
With runner beans and pumpkins,
People pass at ground level.
They are often unknown.
There are many strangers
Here in East London –
Transient dwellers in
Shifting neighbourhoods of change.

The washing alters,
But is there every day.
Bathed in sunlight it rocks gently.
Oases of tranquility exist
Even here in the city.
A need to escape has gone.
Gratitude burst through
the calm of a long peace.


May he return unscathed
From life’s ills,
Tall, handsome, smiling
To her arms
Leaving the cool air
That chills,
To embrace home’s balms.

May life for them
Be happy, long and full.
And all their hours
Be anything but dull.
And if, by chance, she
Forgets to say,
How much he’s loved
At home and far away.

Let him know how dearly
His wife cares
So that her feelings surround
His days.
If he should find himself unawares
Thinking of their many tender ways.

May prayers between them
Reach the aim
And peace so precious to us
All sustain,
This privilege, this wondrous
Gift, though poor,
These lovers find they are so
Thankful for.


Between the leaves of the green,
Green trees, patches of blue
Change shape
With the wind in the green,
Green trees, where tiny
Birds escape.
Bright metal shines from
Passing cars.
And the street is painted
In golden light,
Where rows of houses that
Survived two wars, near blocks
Of flats pass the green trees

O! East London street please
Keep the trees.
The green green trees which
Refresh the eye.
Somehow the spirit feels complete
When the leaves flutter and
Whisper and sigh.
Don’t keep building luxury
Leave us our gardens and our cats
And in Autumn when leaves are gold
Let homes elsewhere be sold

When winter has stolen green leaves
And charcoal branches spread above
Our spirits yearn and the heart
For green to return to the
Trees we love.
For green to return to the
Trees we love.


When she turns off the news
To escape the blues
And plays Strauss.
Oh! how uplifting
A sound that is shifting
Each speck of grief
From the house.

When the cheese is Stilton
And the poetry’s Milton
She’s fulfilled.
When the bread is wholemeal
And her income a fair deal
She is thrilled.

When the sun is shining
Where she’s reclining
It’s bliss
When her hair is breeze stirred
And an evening song bird
Back grounds a kiss.


A song of Spring
From leaves of green.
Fresh breeze stirs
The evening trees
To brush the clouds
As if to clean
Away the smoke and tease
In swirls of pastoral
White and grey
From sombre skies of London’s
Now June, a blazing
Orange sun
And azure heavens birds
Dive through.
Is summer loved by everyone
When in coatless warmth
Life starts anew?


River surface green and brown
Flowing through London town.
Curving,sliding, showing, hiding.
Rising up and rushing down.
Sparkling, splashing, irredescent.
Sun gleams on silver drops to rise.
Diamonds shining evervescent
under England’s lilac skies.
Cool the streams where rest
Beige pebbles.
Lime green streaks in waters glow.
Through the woodlands of
Fair England, onwards, onwards,
Seaward go.
Past villages, through bridges
River Thames forever flow.