A poem especially

written for the grouchy grouter by Martyn Offord

Hello.

Thanks for stopping by. Enjoy my site.

This is just a wall

Nothing at all

A blank face

PROSAIC

But let laugh dimples

And eyes that delight

In love and memories

Adventures of movement

Curving on pebble-dash or brick

Scooting along paths of pointing

Through foxgloves and lupines

Spires and dragon wreathes

Coiled round gateposts

Rabbits that burrow into air-bricks

And loop through drains

Windows vistaring into fields

All about grout and tingling of tiles

MOSAIC