Brexit

A clockwork squirrel with little feet,
A car with backwards winding
A girl that danced, a waltzing beat,
A bear that walks by grinding.

A bear that walks by grinding
Growls empty words today
However well he’s sounding
He’s throwing us away.

The girl that danced, a waltzing beat
Danced out without a deal
And now she sits with the elite
While we all dance the reel

A car with backwards winding
Has seen it all before
And knows those days of ‘glory’
Meant misery for the poor.

A clockwork squirrel with little feet
Keeps falling off its toes
And going forward to repeat
Its past, it Brexits nose.

Wings

When doors are locked
and darkness cloaks the autumn sky
When we are tucked
in sleepy beds, the fairies fly.

They think we mor-
tals will not wake to see their way
But leafy por-
tals open to reveal the fay.

And if our eyes
can focus past this earthly night
We’ll catch a glimpse
Of starlit dancing in plain sight.

While some may feel
afraid to dally with romance
Some curious few
Spread silken wings and join the dance.

Ed Co

This is the story of a rich director
Who collected a cupboard of prizes
He was a veteran of film
Who had rejoined the industry
At the zenith of possibility

Despite many liquidations
He found success in China
Where a small segment of genius
Went a long way to forge his return

Largely inarticulate, he hired a spokesperson
to accept his nominations
then cut adrift from the timpani of fame

The last I heard, he had become a monk
on a whiskery greek island
But this may be a ruse
to ensure the privacy needed
for the hatching of ultimate imagination.