Tanya Housham

Children stare into the moonlit night
Hoping to see Santa on his flight.

Passing through the abattoir
I was greeted by five grunting swine,
Eyes wide and friendly snorts
Begged me to befriend them.

By Tanya Housham

Ten beautiful blood-red roses
Presented with a gaze that meant
He loved me.

I need to be pampered
And not ignored.

I fantasised about making love on a shore
The sea sensuously rippling over our feet…..