Strength (10th)
I am not strong,
and tag along
at the back.
I have a lack,
of strength,
and the knack
of behaving
like a fledgling
under attack.
I surrender to all
and sundry,
and go asunder
under fire.
I aspire
to be more than I am,
but know,
that what I am
is what I’ll be,
there is definitely, absolutely, no SuperMe.
—/:—
‘Favourite Scent’ (11th)
The smell of napalm
(at any time of day)
is not my favourite scent;
and the smell of cherry brandy
is not to be sought,
as my intent
is to avoid cherries,
I have an allergic thought reaction
to those berries –
if berries they are.
So, what is my favourite scent?
Old books. Of course.
And especially one written upon
Greybeard the Norse.
