Attics...

Attics full of mystery

And other people's history

Dark, dank corners

Hiding long dead shapes

Poem only  © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Let Us Prey...

The parish priest

Peddles through town

Preying on sinners

'Fore the sun goes down

Poem only  © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Moments Spent...

Oh, the ache

Of moments spent

How swiftly

The years unfold

And fade away

Poem only  © Copyright Lynn Gerrard