Into booming metal skips topped with dusty clouds; Mushroom radio-inactive abandoned hives. Look north and the Old Father hides behind a grey concrete bunker Wall keeping the memories of Gustav and Dame Ninette safe and dry Bring down war and dance unto death the global warmists Who hide from Barnes its bounding glory, glory cry. No smiling black children in Nassau Road To mind your car while you away to learn Skirt the green and pond see the odd baby stroller Do they replace themselves here or for restful extinction yearn? Forget the car, exit quickly by fast train Want of Fielding’s Runners for safe route to lonely station Across glass diamond-strewn heath blind security cameras stare Is this where we are, New Labour’s high and dry nation? John of Twickenham (with apologises to Louis MacNeice) 2 Haikus Winter, white and cold, Plants buried by ice and snow. Secretly they grow.
All is quiet, still Till my dog barks noisily. Startled, I wake up. Celia Duncan