tell me your tales

of the harbours of the world

where your boats rested

 pour me a cup

and i will make time

to sup with you

 coffee and poems

in the cafe above the sea

dreamy days

toy soldier

seduced by today’s parade

just cannot wait 

 ripening figs

bobbing enticingly 

in the rising wind

 a cliché

beat a rhyme to death

take that! and that!

 after swopping seats

with my dear pussy cat

i have to swop back

 half way

through the housework

i take a nap

 doom scrolling 

my ear pods playing the blues

linger my finger

hush i said

and broke my vow of silence

offering nothing 

a white feather

falling from the hawk’s claws

fight or flight 

 the silk road is long

the spice islands far away

from our brand new world

please send a thought eagle

with a wriggling word or two