Mark Roberts

 

 

 

the guard

 

Mark Roberts

 

 

just here  past the bend

i stop

ordered to retreat by two lizard eyes

 

staring

from  a moss covered rock

our eyes lock

 

he has

fought this battle

many times

 

and lost….but today

he stares

I take a step forward

 

he spins  suddenly

leaping

off the rock

 

disappearing in a quiet rustle

i feel him

watching as I pass

 

a temporary defeat

he will reclaim

the rock and forget me

 

 

 

biggles flies undone

 

Mark Roberts

 

not being as young

as he used to be

biggles is having

trouble

with the taliban

the sopwith camel

splutters

as he thinks

of a woman

he left behind

german lines

in 1916

but duty calls

& the latest

dispatches

suggest

a new thrust

on the southern front

ginger is drunk

again

the u-boat captain

looks familiar

but is facing mecca

or is it berlin

the war is

(long)

over

according

to the wireless

he looks down

but all he sees

is sand

 

 

 

 

 

fairyland

 

Mark Roberts

 

as a child i saw the faded sign

on a gate

off delhi road

just past

the brand new tv studio

& wondered where

the overgrown track

led to

 

walking along the river

i found the two palm trees

& weeds head high

on the old picnic grounds

 

there once was a wharf

& a wooden dance hall

i stare into the water

but can see only

water logged branches

 

without protection

european fairies

were no match

for hungry magpies

 

 

 

 

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