Puncture A poem by Brian F Kirkham 14/06/2017 Perhaps it was fate intervening Under the lights of the one - on - one run off New champion releases a breath - as old one curses release from a tyre Cut by something sharp on the road Taking the title away from him Until then, the … Continue reading Puncture


Penny Farthing

A Marvel of Invention - the people look on proud. A noble gent is making his way through the crowd. He's sat on a seat - made of wood and of brass awaiting peelers whistle - which lets him go past Seeing his neighbours going on by and passing pigeons off tiled roofs they fly. … Continue reading Penny Farthing