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Summer in the City

Summer in the city

Heat rising from dusty pavements

Dogs panting in the shade

Keep thinking about you

 

Summer in the city

Sleeping under a satin sheet

Dreaming about your breasts

Wondering when we can meet

 

Summer in the city

Wrong kind of heat for transport

Buses trains, tubes and traffic

Grind to a dusty halt

 

Summer in the city

Lying on the grass in the park

Eating, drinking flirting

Al Fresco with friends

 

Summer in the city

Feeling its hot rumble

Longing to see you, without any

Clothes or other considerations

 

Summer in the city

Everyone’s feeling tetchy

Waiting for life after work

Playtime Gaytime Nicetime

 

Summer in the city

Escaping to the sea-side

Then diving back into

The city’s hot waiting mouth

PEOPLE WILL SAY WE’RE IN LOVE

(Performed with musical accompaniment to ‘People will say we’re in love’ by Rogers & Hammerstein, 1943, but in a minor key)

Don’t praise my work so much

Don’t stand quite so near

Don’t laugh at my jokes too much

People will guess that we’re Queer

 

Don’t sigh and gaze at me

Your love is far too clear

Your eyes mustn’t glow like mine

People will know that we’re Queer

 

Don’t risk being truthful

Honesty would cost us both dear

Our families shamed, us prosecuted

Just because we are Queer

50th Anniversary of the Decriminalisation of Homosexuality

There is danger in dark places

For men like us, there are no spaces

Where we can be proud, where we can be free

Where I can love you and you, can love me

 

We know how great the risk would be

We’d be ostracized by society

Our lives & careers would be ruined of course

By blackmail, prosecution, threats or force

 

Because of that we play the game

Of love that dare not speak its name

My problem is when I hear your voice

My spirit doth lift and my heart rejoice

 

My flesh is weak, but my spirit strong

I know in my heart it is not wrong

For man to love man, and boy to love boy

To share love and respect, happiness and joy

Three Ladies

They were three special Ladies

Friends, collaborators and lovers.

Living together for almost fifty years,

Devoted sisters, serfs and mothers.

 

They lived, laboured and loved

In a hamlet, betwixt church and stream.

Tending their garden, home and hopes,

Living the domestic and creative dream.

 

Edy was the catalyst,

A woman who lived to work.

Dutiful daughter, friend and lover,

Her duties she did not shirk.

 

Tony was the peacemaker,

Blessed with an artists perceptive eye

Gentle, even-tempered and humorous

Between two volatile lovers, she did lie.

 

Christopher was the agitator,

Passionate, demanding and romantic

In her bright red coat and tri-cornered hat.

She was dapper and rather pedantic.

 

The focus and drive these women shared,

Helped to change the course of history.

Their guardianship of their private lives

Ensures their love remains, a mystery.

THE SMALLHYTHE TRIO

Edy, Christopher and Tony

Lived unconventional lives.

Known as the Smallhythe trio…

Women, workmates and wives.

 

They rejected the traditional template

Of how a woman should be.

Wore trousers, wrote plays, were independent,

Fought for women’s equality.

 

Edy was a devoted daughter.

Her mother the actress Ellen Terry,

Whose home is now a museum

Enjoyed by you and me.

 

The Trio set the benchmark

Of what a woman could achieve,

They threw away the corset

Of society’s expectation and need.