Wednesday, 31 October 2012


He was trendy once
Star of the Holy Show

Great with the youth
And kind to the old

Being all things to all

God carved him
Into the rock
Of this place

And in his ageing now
He has the leathered
Face of a mountain


Ironing his own shirts
Or not

The housekeeper's day
Being over

The crumpled frayed
Edges of him more visible

Irrelevant to the worldly

But the old love remains
Waiting in the window
Of his eyes

A blessing for the vital

When all else has failed

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