Creative Works

They dug up the entire footpath,
Marked with coloured chalk,
Put barriers outside our houses,
Signs where we couldn’t walk.

Mi fayther waur a painter,
afore ‘e went to war.
‘e papered t’upstairs landin’
an’ painted mi bedroom do-or.

‘I told you I was ill.’ Spike Milligan’s epitaph

I muse in Saint Thomas’ Church in Winchelsea,

When I read Doty’s Display of Mackerel,
Bishop’s Fish she caught with her lines,
I feel like a fish out of water,