Ladles and Jellyspoons
Welcome my Friends - to the show that never ends - lovers footballers economies may come and go but the Friday Poetry Corner remains eternal.
Fires At Midnight
I believe in Fires at Midnight
when the dogs have all been fed.
A golden toddy on the mantle
a broken gun beneath the bed.
Silken mist outside the window.
Frogs and newts slip in the dark
too much hurry ruins the body.
I'll sit easy ... fan the spark
kindled by the dying embers
of another working day.
Go upstairs ... take off your makeup
fold your clothes neatly away.
Me, I'll sit and write this love song
as I all too seldom do
build a little fire this midnight.
It's good to be back home with you.
Welcome my Friends - to the show that never ends - lovers footballers economies may come and go but the Friday Poetry Corner remains eternal.
Fires At Midnight
I believe in Fires at Midnight
when the dogs have all been fed.
A golden toddy on the mantle
a broken gun beneath the bed.
Silken mist outside the window.
Frogs and newts slip in the dark
too much hurry ruins the body.
I'll sit easy ... fan the spark
kindled by the dying embers
of another working day.
Go upstairs ... take off your makeup
fold your clothes neatly away.
Me, I'll sit and write this love song
as I all too seldom do
build a little fire this midnight.
It's good to be back home with you.
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