Long, long ago, in a galaxy far away,
I sat on a bed in Barnes, south-west London,
And there fell in love with a girl whose name
I no longer remember. My love was profound.
She was ghost white and heart-beautiful.
I think perhaps she was French.
And liked girls.
Wynn Wheldon’s poems and reviews have appeared in Ambit, Iota and The Rialto, among many other places. His pamphlet, Tiny Disturbances, was published by Acumen in 2012. You can find his blog at www.wynnwheldon.com.