Waiting in vain

Before the war we talked a lot

We picnicked in the dells

Throw wishes down wells

Walked the dales

Climbed the hills in all weathers

Ran across the heather

Picked the wild flowers

Laughed in springs’ showers

Huddled near the fire from winter’s cold

We did the things lovers do

 

 

Then the war came with guns ablaze

Our world was changed

My love left for foreign lands

Duty bound

I stayed to wait

Time stood still

I was immobile

Images of his face

Feelings of his arms embrace

Poisoned the day’s grace

 

The only thing that mattered

Was the morning post

Letters from afar

News of his return

At first they came with loving care

Then they stopped

Life was not the same

My heart grew cold

I never again did the things lover do.

 

 

 



 
short stories
An Unusual Request
Bewitched and be wildered
A cry from the heart
Fate played a devilish hand
Frustration with a capital F
A roll of the dice
Living in the shadow of death
A lesson well learnt
The wedding
A pleasant ride, a pleasant talk
Sweet revenge
Drum beat, heartbeat
Skin deep
They came, they left no trace
The window cleaner
A delayed meeting
Hold on tight
In the name of my parents
Strange events
Sequel to Frustration with a capital F
A strange and beautiful love affair
The doll's dilemma, a chage of style
The poster hanger - It had to happen
They had nothing in common
A misplaced letter
Life's mysteries
poetry
An ode to cheese
The marshes
Waiting in vain
Day follows day
Sounds of the future
The dream of flight





writing in Paris, copyright 2005