Poem: Fanny by Gaslight

Fanny turn the gaslight up

And tell me what you see

Your vision has been clouded

Do you still remember me?

The lies and old malt whisky

Have poisoned all that’s good

Your captives have been clever

Don’t let us be misunderstood

 

Fanny turn the gaslight up

And cut the wick down low

Your memory has been twisted

And truth returns too slow

The lies and old malt whisky

Have poisoned all that’s good

Your captives have been clever

Don’t let us be misunderstood

 

Fanny turn the gaslight up

Now open the curtains wide

The horizon goes on forever

And I am on the other side

The lies and old malt whisky

Have poisoned all that’s good

Your captives have been clever

Don’t let us be misunderstood

 

Fanny turn the gaslight up

Pack your toothbrush and your comb

The train awaits on platform six

So make your way back home

The lies and old malt whisky

Have poisoned all that’s good

Your captives have been clever

Don’t let us be misunderstood

 

Poem: The False Widow

The dawn it screams in anger

How can it now be true?

How can the hope that dangled

Briefly

Be sewn with weeds anew?

 

The False Widow smiles insanely

Her web is woven tight

The Puppet Master dances

Madly

Until there is no fight

 

The morning conjures bleakly

How quickly life can change

They measured their options

Clearly

Behind the kitchen range

 

The False Widow smiles insanely

Her web is woven tight

The Puppet Master dances

Madly

Until there is no fight

 

The noontime sun advances

Their motives are quite clear

The marionette now stands

Sadly

Looking beyond the frozen sphere

 

The False Widow smiles insanely

Her web is woven tight

The Puppet Master dances

Madly

Until there is no fight

 

So evening calls more quietly

A vague hope it still clings

Touching love and life

Sincerely

And cutting webs and strings

 

The False Widow smiles insanely

Her web is woven tight

The Puppet Master dances

Madly

Until there is no fight

 

So dust the broom in moonlight

Keep it clean and new

The way ahead still lies

Clearly

Until morning’s early dew

 

Poem: September Song

Boots and bottles and a telescope reel

No-one knows just how I feel

Sitting blindly by a Catherine Wheel

I open my arms to you

 

Write me a song to sing all day long

Catch me a tune to howl at the moon

Watch me waltz on a silver spoon

I open my arms to you

 

My golden daughter does what she oughta

Reading medical books with whisky and water

The words get longer but never shorter

I open my arms to you

 

The breakdown came the breakdown went

Forty-four years they were paid and spent

I’ll pack up my shoes and buy a new tent

I open my arms to you

 

The sun still warms the September air

The grass is green and the day is fair

I look at my life with barely a care

I open my arms to you

 

The fox it will run and the bat does fly

The poacher stares at the empty sky

Time it passes with no reason to cry

I open my arms to you