72 Miles From The Sea

  Poetry is remarkable for The amount of joy it brings But please poets, we do get it, Things are like other things

  In the well of thoughts The wordsmith dips his cup In search of inspiration And drinks deep the draught But when the spark is stru...

  My poems have been called On a good day, ribald More often artistically bald Humourous? So-called Wit to scathe and scald Tastel...

  The last mythological muse Urania, muse of astrology Foreteller of the future By the stars array Dressed in a cloak Embroidered ...