ABOUT:
Age 441/2 (perpetually) Mike was born in Coventry, luckily he wears more than Godiva. His writing style varies, sometimes humorous, sometimes finished. He is the archetypal Schubert storyteller. Mike would like to write a good spy thriller.
WORK
Summer Skies
With the dew forming on the emerald grass
I glance to the heavens and the bright view
The azure sky is only broken by the pass
Of the ribbons of white clouds with a grey hue
Every day during this time of summer
Where the feeling and the living is easy
The mood and way of life is calmer
With the chatter of life light & breezy
As the day grows older and time moves on
So my summer sky moves as the globe rotate
Those opaque clouds grow dark, blue is gone
the warm rain falls, the weather we all hate
by the sunset the sky has rid itself of gloom
and those rain filled clouds change to white
while the crimson sun transforms them to red
and many shepherds think of their delight
© Michael Watson 2017
Bronwyn
I am lost, crushed and broken
For the one whom I have adored,
Remained afar and unspoken
She looked at me bored
For I am just a fool
When I cannot trust myself to speak
Then I should remain silent
And not talk for a week
Perhaps give it up for lent
For I am just a fool
We meet amongst a crowd
I see her smile, laugh and frown
I am perhaps a little loud
And tend to act the clown
For I am just a fool
I speak about her to many
Until they can no longer bear me
They inform me to be canny
Or talk to her and make her see
For I am just a fool
I count the days till we meet
I resolve myself to ask for a date
To defeat my nerves will be some feat
I try to allow myself to slip into the hands of fate
For I am just a fool
I asked her today of all times
The words fell from my scalding mouth
It felt like a multitude of crimes
She calmly said no, I was uncouth
For I am just a fool
© Michael Watson 2016
