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