Poetry

Azure mirror, transparent skin
Life giver, without, within
Iridescent serpent, determined invader
Continually changing lucid sculptor
Refreshing friend, silent killer
Nature's artist, sportsman's thriller
From hot to cold, its darkness deeper
A cradle, a grave and secret keeper

AJ Millard 12-09-03

As I sit outside the shop, all dripping in the rain
Waves of consternation are flooding through my brain.
I struggled down to get the milk, even though I feel unwell
And now I'm stuck below these steps, confronted with a bell.

For those who think that's adequate,
for those who think that's fair
I hope you never find yourself, frustrated by a stair.
For if you do come to that case, a gutter-hugging tramp
Shouting up from amongst the dustbins, "why can't you get a ramp?"

"We didn't need to dearie," the pleasant voice will say.
"We only had to fit this bell, to make the DDA.

"The steps were fine for mum and dad, even for my gramp."
"You ring the bell, I get your stuff, there's no need for a ramp."
"True, as they aged the shop passed down," she gestures with a grin." As they got older dearie, it was harder to get in."
Why don't you stay at home like them, send someone down instead? We do a home delivery for when you're stuck in bed."

Now you might think I'm bitter, I've no right to complain.
"You'll get your bread and milk," they say.
The end results the same.
You had your chance to integrate, then whittled it away
A doorstep challenge is all that's left, it's called the DDA.

AJ Millard 30-01-03