SORRENTO
I gaze across the piazza --
you're lounging with our daughters
who are sipping limoncello
A wall lizard loiters in dimming light --
distracted by your yellow blouse
it ignores the pulse of moths
I pause too, not wanting the intermezzo
to end with a Ciao --
I linger under the lemon tree's shade
CWTCH
Our cosy rooms do not become timeless,
removing clocks is just a childish gesture.
This sharing space – a spicy spaghetti
in bed, a bubbly bath - both knowing pleasure
adds up a cost. But cuddling on the settee,
the room unmoors with cartoon repeats.
A wine, no half-life measure: happiness
will breathe carefree, no careless cough defeats.
KEATS
reading
rooted in mind
and tasting ripe berries
the oozing winking scent
window open
writing
Phil Wood was born in Wales. He enjoys chess and learning German. His writing can be found in various places, including : The Seventh Quarry, Borderless, and Arachne Press (Byways Anthology).
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