POET LAUREATE

This piece was written as a song, a folky piece, but based on a true romance in the hot summer of 1976 in Manchester.

I used to write poems for you
in our hot summer love affair
and I'd smile as I read them to myself
when no one was there.

I wrote seven* that are special,
some more along the way
and I'll give them to you, wrapped with love in velvet,
maybe one day.

I thought I was your Poet Laureate
for you were my ambition
and that summer was the best of times
without a contract of conditions.

Maybe I wrote this song for you,
or perhaps it wrote itself,
you've gone so I place it gently out of reach
up on a shelf.

I thought I was your Poet Laureate

for you were my ambition

and that summer was the best of times

without a contract of conditions.

*I found the seven (not great poems but wonderful memories) in a notebook I still treasure. Regina.