Event Horizon

Eyes, like aspergillums,

an intermittent trickle

and sprinkle of salt waters,

that sing hymns and belt out

anthems, simultaneously.

Famously, the fickle fates

of fathers, are the sires

to daughters of destiny,

kings that felt doubt.

Posthumously,

the poet’s page reaches out,

a crime, defying time,

most humorously.

 

 

Tin

 

My tobacco tin is ten years old,

and doesn’t hold my smokes

like it used to do.

We’ve been married ten years

and you still laugh at my jokes,

my love. My love, I love you.

A decade down the line,

we’ve had our ups and our downs,

more smiles then frowns,

for, though we’ve had more knocks

than most couples who cope,

we held on to hope.

We held on to one another,

braved the storm

and formed a bond

that none can break.

I still see you in my dreams,

you are still the first thought

when I wake, and I don’t care

about the clichés, they work (like us)

because they’re true, my love. My love,

I am so in love with you.

 

 

Happy tenth anniversary to my beloved wife, Sian.  Luckiest girl alive?  Certainly the most tolerant!  I love you, my biscuits x