The Bat That Bit

Yes, I’m the one: the bat that bit,
An act that landed quite a hit,
If I had known what would unfold,
Perhaps I’d not have been so bold.

Since all of you love global travel,
It didn’t take long for life to unravel,
At first the spread felt fairly slow,
But by mid-March was in full flow.


You fed me with a spoon that day,
For the first time.  A tear in your eye,
Delight at that memorable milestone,
And all those yet to come –
Such as learning to talk and handle a fork.
Then, I’d make that walk to school and see
My world open up in the blink of an eye.
All guided by you, my loving mum.

Visiting Grenfell

It all looks so different today,
that  smoking charcoal block,
now pale, swathed in creamy
covers rippling in the breeze.
At the top, the banner of green:
Grenfell Forever in Our Hearts.
The words descend in silence,
stirring memories of that night.

Poles Apart


May made a snap call for Polling Day,
time to mark man’s hard won right,
women’s even longer fight, for that
fiction called Democracy. Cast away!

Candidates call from opposite sides:
Strong and Stable, Fairness for All.
Empty promises, sit on fences,
fiddle expenses.  Brexiteers collide.

We’d rather vote for TV stars,
sports personalities, latest evictions,
B list celebs (ignore their convictions).
So we got Trump and risk a war.

Here & There

Here: morning rush hour, stand still,
bands of lorries, cars, vans,
red lines, yellow lines, white lines,
zebra crossing.

Red lights, green lights, flashing lights,
triangular, square and circular signs,
speed limits, no right turn, warning

Radio 4 recycles the news, challenges
views, racing tips, thought for the day,
drizzle due, masking trails of jetting

Traffic wardens fix fines, quick snaps,
take notes. Take care, look both ways,
beware, road closed, road rage, road

Double Deckers tear down twigs
bulging bikers shoot ahead,
showing off, big miles per hour
horse power.

Giant trucks trumpet and growl,
hungry for fuel. Road works,
traffic cones, concrete, piled up stones,
cats eyes.

Metal box masters slump and scowl,
sat navs plot predictable paths
as dead-end careers slowly

Close by, apps-laden gadgets lie,
devour invisible missives, urgent
action due. Or join the queue to be








There:  smiling Samburu range free
shiny muscles, red wraps, beaded
bracelets, braided hair, embrace life’s

Groups of kudus graze on grass,
young lions creep up, quickly seen,
their not-yet-prey dart away in all

A wart hog family scoots across,
eagles glare from regal arcs,
talons poised, patrolling thermal

Feathered warriors rifles at ready
guard guests from scary raiders, laugh
as baboons scramble and bark,
tails back.

Gangs of giraffes stretch up to tease
tongue-tied leaves in rolling jaws,
swaying necks, creamy nets of crazy

Tourists stalk in jolting jeeps,
snap away, scan digital display, seek
longer lens, faster flash. Spot leopard.

Elephants flap vein-mapped ears, chew,
flick, swish and sway as a satellite
slides beyond the blue, collects their

downloads and draws habitual tracks,
creating corridors, defending fences.
Scientists and Samburu will see them



Short livedThey stand erect and still,
a sea of uniformity,
some tower above.
Ranked in regiments and rows,
ruddy faced,
life like.
All those poppies.
All those people.


Not Working

There are few jobs left for the boys,
nobody can relax,
even if some do find work,
we make them pay more tax.

Face the fierceness of cuts ahead,
girls crash glassy ceilings,
bosses say ‘I must let you go’,
no room at all for feelings.