25th April  2016

FIRST LOVE

A small tribute to the man who first instilled in me, the love of language.

 Crook of back was he, my first love;

hatchet-nosed, withered of hand

slumped of shoulder. lank of hair

drooped of eye and deformed of leg.

A gross spider of a man whose

grating voice, impassioned by hate

spat forth staccato words,

each a knife wound to the heart.

Spellbound by my darkling king

spouting Machiavellian schemes

with smirking, lick-lip relish

my winter was made glorious summer..


 I was in love - with Shakespeare


and Olivier