Two young women at a weekend disco

together but different as chalk and cheese;

both mesmerising in their own ways

and always a sight to please.

One nubile, dancing on her own,

her rhythmic swaying sexually flaunted;

the other immobile, always seated

and somehow seemingly haunted.

Despite repeated appearances

unlikely friends an observer thinks -

mythology personified

as modern day siren and sphinx.

'Lovely Day' by Bill Withers

"  . . . then I look at you . . ."

As the feeling starts to die back

in the autumn of youth,

new shoots spring up to flower

as children in proof

that " . . what will survive of us is love . . . "

                                Philip Larkin

Spring morning levels

Daytime comets, sunlit tails,

needling fabric, blue sky trails,

stratospheric isolation,

intent on destination.

Lazy buzzard floating high,

wavily circling, stirring sky,

bent on observation.

Above the tulips, passing by,

idling, zipping hoverfly.

The Flower Club

One rainy day with nothing to do

I decided I would brave the walk

to the village hall, where there wasn't a queue,

for the local Flower Club's 'Roses' talk.

 I entered the hall as the lights were dimming

and realised that I was out of place :

the seats all seemed filled by aging women

and I felt embarrassed to show my face.

So, as one man among fifty matrons,

I asked the 'official' at the door

if it really was only for female patrons.

She said she wasn't entirely sure

but, as you can see, it's totally girls.

Though your clothes are those of a gentleman,

with such long hair and dangling curls

you'll pass quite well as a lesbian.

Passers by

They've often passed my house over the years

walking together, the man and the woman.

Both middle aged, she unexceptional

but he is small and somehow crooked

like a broken twig beneath his always hat.

I've often wondered about their relationship.

Somehow husband and wife seems unlikely

because of his unattractive disablement.

I tend to think of them brother and sister

with her looking after him. Courageous.

I would like to ask them about their connection

but feel it would be intrusive, unwelcome.

Lately they're no longer side by side

but him a few yards trailing behind.

I sense their attachment might be failing.

Sad. Nothing I can do. None of my business.