The First Time


I peered through the belfry trap door
My eyes met his eyes, across the floor.
In a whirlwind year
The future was clear
And we promised to love ever more.

Thirty years on....

I peer through the conservatory door
I see him with grey hair galore.
Despite his hard views
On the current world news,
It's him I still love and adore.

Published by poetdoesarun

I started running 14 years ago to help manage anxiety and depression and found the endorphins helped me in another way...to write my sermons for Sunday.... and then inspiration came for poetry. A Christmas present 2017 was a book by Jo Bell, challenging the reader to write a poem a week for a year. This blog showcases these and other poems composed on the run.

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