Clifton Writes

Poetry:

LOVEBRIDGE TOWNCENTRE

Tell how by bell I love her

I worship her and she humours me in return

She, alive in me and I born in her

She exonerates me, post judgments hell

On Asian Zen filled new years day

God peels bells valentine

And in a commercial teacup storm

while Budda’s watching pupils well

It’s not just me what see but all one filled

and fill it in return, each all, by themselves

No higher than count of seven

That by a punter’s chaliced, balanced tears

We all laid down and joined in heaven

Und Kleinen folgt kleinen as peace was sought,

busied for a dove

What did I do to change,

amidst my infinite thought

Strolling iron bridge of Cam to you

With the blink of an eye, made love 

Copyright © 2012 Simon Clifton

Files:

• TGL from 'The Gothic Library'  forth coming poetry collection
• WWH and DR from 'The Grantchester Chronicles' forth coming poetry collection
• TDT from  'Moscovy Commotion'  forth coming poetry collection