We lay spooned,
upstairs, under the duvet
for half an afternoon,
as Ian Macmillan
ran to time
on Radio Four:

The lowered summer sky
dumped an excuse,
an inch in an hour,
and other weather news,
giving us
a lame excuse.

Mike Bell Poetry

Mike Bell aims to write 10,000 poems, stick them up here one at a time, and then take a nap. By then he should be about 85 years old and have out-gunned PD, dementia, and the end of days. Possibly. Before the floods and fires. Mike Bell is found working for money as a freelance set designer.

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