Differences

Napoleon and me

You walked so fast.

It was more of a march.

A whole lot of cannons

To inspect by teatime.

Quel odd city break

For an offbeat couple –

Private angry young man,

Smart barrel of a brat.

Half-brother, half-leader,

I tried to decipher.

But what you’ve never felt

Is a story, no more.

Our family was a bag

Of broken biscuits,

Though all cookies crumble,

Eventually.

We are nothing now.

No trace of relation.

You’re a souvenir ghost,

An empty shell.

RF 2018


No poems from me recently, in fact even this one has been around for a while, just never made it out into the world (apart from a reading in Glasgow last year). I can't say much about it. I hope it is of interest to someone.

Tomorrow I plan to join the Climate Strike protest here in Dundee. Let there be change!