1 - The autumn sun has left the Salford sky

The autumn sun has left the Salford sky,
And summer’s eye seems long since closed and gone.
The August rains astonished hot July,
And so, bereft, I’ll type a silent song
That will not drown the water-pipe’s cascade,
Or repel the invading neighbour’s sound.
But if I’ve found some temporary shade
From sonic fusillade and traffic’s pound
By sitting down here at my flatpack desk,
By setting a new task, a new career
As a sonnetteer, then I’d ask
For a daily basketful of rhymed ideas.
So splatter me with ringing English damp!
Here in my flat I’ll sing till spring’s bright lamp.
Tue 5 Sept 2006