Yesterday I learnt a new word; 'vlogger'...a video blogger. Unfortunately I haven't got the equipment or software installed to do this yet, and the site probably wouldn't be able to support such a service yet anyhow.

This morning's poem is the first one I ever had published, back in 1988 in a magazine called 'Tak Tak Tak' - I haven't a clue what the title means; but I think it might be Polish.

THE MADONNA

Cleft emotions flattered monotony
As life progressed to middle age,
But the buttonhole rose
She wore with precision
Was only days younger than love's newest rage.

He loves me
He loves me not
He loves me
He loves me not
She practised on a dandelion clock.

And somewhere in an English garden
A headless rose, divorced again
Swears she's never tried hayfever
Although she sneezes when provoked.

He loves me
He loves me not
He loves me
He loves me not,
She murmured to her son, distracted
By passion calling from the night.