Martin McLean Poems

Update Of Sonnet 129

The foul destroyer of love is deceit.
The lies, the hides, the smiles that break the trust
All founded on that despicable conceit
That treachery is but natrual lust.... more »

True Vitality

In the mid-seventies, on board a flight
From Tanga to Dar es Salaam, the seat
Next to me was taken by a woman
With baby. She was dressed unsuitably... more »

Recalcitrant Memory

Memory's deception is tantalising
Especially when it is incomplete.
The blast from an errant V1 Flying
Bomb showered glass, knocking us off our feet.... more »

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