where art collides

Classic FM on the radio provides a relaxing background to streaky bacon with one egg, over easy, and steaming black cawfee.

Sunlight streams through the slats in the blind in the kitchen window.

There is no pressure and I sit quietly on the pew, in the corner, uninterrupted. No jobslist, no hassle. I feel my shoulders loosen up and relax.

Times were when I loved nothing more

than the ‘1812’.  Its cannons’ roar,

its church-bells’ ringing

used to make my pulse-rate soar.

But now what sets my heart a-winging

is Carol singing.

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There are trees in Northumberland Avenue
They were not cut down during the war
To provide spars for spitfire wings
To prevent them being a fire hazard during the blitz
Or to stop spies from hiding in their branches
And listening in on conversations

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