David Bowie I dreamt about David Bowie last night That was nice for you I dreamt that he had agreed to attend our jumble sale

Proud sisters you stand opposite the open fields Once you were much in vogue Concerts and outings were greatly arranged But fickle fashions fancy And

Gail and Erika were sitting on a weathered wooden bench on the Plymouth Hoe Both women were looking out to sea Thinking of William Bradford

It was a hotel room like and other hotel room Lightly decorated but functional Erika was stretched in the bath She was watching Gail shower

Gail had already dived into the sea below the Christopher Rocks She had surfaced and was telling Erika to dive But Erika remained on the

Pretty was sitting on the grass at Donnington Castle Her friend Sabrina had accompanied her on the visit The previous day paparazzi photographs of Kate

Martin had made his way slowly through the streets of Newbury towards Donnington Castle which was about a mile and a half away He was

I was slowly turning into a pineapple My skin especially on my legs and around my pubic area Was getting rather rough My GP recommended

Horses Two unnamed horses were leaning over a fence There used to be a railway here I know it was closed down many years ago

Today I purchased a book of your poems Smartly presented in a brown sleeve It is called The Book of Hours Sadly all your poems