We came from near and from far,
To the hall at the end of the tar,
To dance to Frank and his band,
Far from war in another land.
We waltzed long into the night,
Till night gave way to first light,
Two tops in a twirl and a spin,
We danced with aplomb and a grin.
We joined as one in barn dance,
Chance to romance and to prance,
We thought our life was just made,
No chance of the bombs from a raid.
We slipped to the back of the hall,
None saw our stealth and our gall,
Not to think of whether we should,
We carved our love into the wood.
the floor has sprung
boarded windows clatter
in wind like a percussion solo
rats scuttle to their pit
battered paint peels
‘Albie loves Essie’
a developer eyes the structure
‘Yeah, it’s a knockdown mate’.