Category: Memories

Any Afternoon


Mid afternoon

Here in my empty room

Between unruffled sheets

With the curtains drawn


I remember our matinee’s

Of laughter and soft sighs

You would tickle my feet

As I caressed your naked thighs


Tomorrow afternoon

There in my lonely room

Between unruffled sheets

The curtain falls at my feet







Ivor Steven (c) February 2022

Words to You

I wrote to you

You wrote to me



Your words turned to scrawl

Eyes began to call

A crack crept down the wall

You stood on the rubble so tall


We let the dust settle

Heated up the Kettle

Had a cuppa and a silent chat

Light flows back, through the crack


Words were our pearls

Writing is my world






Ivor Steven (c) February 2022

Dust and Rain

Feature Image Above: A watercolour painting by Carole Steven.




Dust and Rain



Life eventually returns to dust

Think me morbid if you must

Funerals do that to me

Eulogies sting me like a bee

That gentle bite numbed my mind

To that sea of blurry faces, sincere and kind




My selfless tears did drown

In memories of pain

Of her being lowered down

On that day when I could not stop the rain






Ivor Steven (c) January 2022