Love, said the rose, is a perfume.
Love is a murmur, said the water.
Love is a sigh, said the zephyr.
Love, said the light, is a flame.

Oh, how you have lied! (Quanto mendito!)
Love is a tear.

Portraits row on row
Display early British and
American art.

Notable old men,
Newly weds, and families.
Pinned like butterflies.

Gold coins from ancient
Civilisations long gone.
Valued now as art.

How many hands have
These coins touched. Success and
Failure, lives unknown.

This month's award goes to Narelle
For clearing out some food
That had been in the office
Micro-wave oven for a few days,
By sending an email to 'all',
Advising that there are sausage rolls
In the micro-wave oven.
The usual suspects were first
To the kitchen, and ate the rolls,
Before management could send a retraction.

Sometimes life seems like
A succession of '80s
Unguarded moments

Coffee and apple
Strudel; 1970s photos
Of the smiling man.

You have to swim out
Deeper if you don't want sand
In your swimming trunks.