Comfort zone, erstwhile sanctuary of clan chief
Former chamber of serenity, grape and musical refrain
Empty leather seat beckons product of god’s own county to no avail
Empty brood hearts beckon man of god’s own county to no avail
Sinatra in solitude, Darrin in desolation his clans hereafter.
Yorkshireman’s invite to his sanctuary has no RSVP
Though ignorance on his part not culprit of hush
Akin to chief, eclectic albums cloaked in casket lumber
Though their disturbance from black hatted men not imminent
Egg-timer sands countdown; Loiner’s existential celebration close.
Chambre a Strachan accueil
Wondrous liaison with stricken leader’s clan fragmented in passing
Though blameless, renewal of fellowship brood’s trigger for sorrow
Former portal of serenity nostalgic; now pater bereft
Though treasure trove evocations ensure rift with grieving transitory.
2 kids who've flown the nest, 1 wife whose flown with Jet2. Born at a young age in 1960's Leeds, the author became interested in the literary life when his wife bought him a dog. Having an allergy to dogs, he swapped it for a typewriter. Being unable to train the typewriter to retrieve tennis balls, he reluctantly turned to writing...... Website - www.writesaidfred.org