RJL & Other Poems


Yeavering, Not Wavering

At the top of the hill
Resting weary legs and warm bodies
Surrounded by a stunning panorama
Which I could barely look at.

At the top of the hill
Resting my head on your shoulder
The view is ignored in favour of you
The best photographic subject.

At the top of the hill
Resting my camera on the tripod
Getting a shot of you surrounded
With countryside you eclipse.

On the edge of the shore
Waves lapping at your bare feet
Knowing that I’ve never been
More in love with you.


I miss you more than I can say
Would you care anyway
Now someone else is in the frame?

I miss you more with every day
Miss our drama, miss our play
No one else is quite the same.

I miss you more again today
Wish you’d never moved away
Just like a prayer, your whispered name.

Memento Memory

Bede and Cuthbert, Stoke-on-Trent,
That hard-to-put-my-finger-on scent,
The yin and yang in heart tattoo:
The cruel reminders that I miss you.

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