Submissions by Calimero

Through the crack in the curtains
I dimly, without attention,
Discern that a van is reversing
And we should steer clear.

Flickering, my mournful tablet
Shows a leathery hand - old, strong,
Fingers full of music
Touching a tiny one
With love and delicacy
Met by a curious fist
Grasping for wisdom.

It's a hand I once grasped and found full
Of friendship, fun, foolishness
Skill and streetwise laughter
And the will to keep a smile going
On our absurd mirthless journey.

We giggled our way...

Like a pantomime villain
Or hooded mugger
Our future is behind us
Creeping up unseen
Beladen with chickens
Coming home to roost
Bulging briefcases of dog-eared
Accounts to be reckoned with
Beneficent sacks of serendipity
And whatever's coming to us.

Whichever direction we look in
The traumatic thaumaturge
Is always behind us
Whilst would-be meddlers
In history's melodramas
Scream hysterical indecipherable caveats
As our befuddled faces peer.
It has no reflection in life's rear view mirror
And...