Eulogy to a life only lately missed

I didn’t mourn you. But I’ve brought you back to life many times, with the technicolour morality of fairy tale. You were the bogeyman of my childhood. An ogre who dismantled my dreams, and the bunk bed I’d been so excited to sleep in that first night you turned up, fierce and determined to show…

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Wild, wild horses

“Wild Horses” Childhood living is easy to do The things you wanted I bought them for you Graceless lady you know who I am You know I can’t let you slide through my hands Wild horses couldn’t drag me away Wild, wild horses, couldn’t drag me away I watched you suffer a dull aching pain…

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Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May

High summer has come and gone in a matter of days. The first heatwave of the year, when the sun feels high and the air grows blowsy and smells of pollen, has given way to rain. The world feels renewed and I am transported back to a childhood of yellow-checked dresses, scuffed knees and endless…