Cumbrian Nights

Sleeping in a barn with one light.
Mirrors of the car used for vanity
Or merely presentation.
Pay for your shower
And for the kettle.
Everything measured.

I'd call for help
But there's no signal.

Pillow Talk

A morning headache
Dulled senses, stiff neck
Your pain visibly shown.
All down to the way you slept,
So no real fault of your own.

A Poem of Wales

Swathes of green,
The dominant colour.
Grass, trees and under water.
Highlights of the sun
As clouds chase up the valleys.

Here we spoil our surroundings
Unnatural sounds
Synthetic colours.