“Art is to console those

who are broken by life”
but what of the unfortunate few

who are broken by death
 should they be left

to wallow in sadness and grief
or bundled up firmly

in the warmth of love
because the moss 

on his lovers grave 
shows the rain that pitter

pattered on the stone
and because both hands 

were used to wipe away tears
none were left to bring

the shelter of an umbrella


monday mornings

we’ve all had that feeling on a Monday morning where you’re just not feeling it. You look out of the window to see the wet drizzle that is not unknown t the British countryside. You don’t want to get up. You don’t want to go to breakfast and you sure as hell don’t want to go to lessons. But oh, wait. You don’t have a choice.