This

I wrote this poem, or one a bit like it, several years ago after hearing on the wireless a news report about an emergency landing at an airport where plans were put in place to deal with any fire that might occur.

It seemed that news reports had not only gone beyond reporting things that had happened or which were going to happen but that they had started describing things that might have been going to happen but didn't.

Being as desperate for new poems as ever, I recently re-wrote it a bit and, needing something to begin a new website with, here it is...



This

This is the poem I might not have written,
These are the words you might not have read.
These are the things that might have been forgotten,
There must be something you could do instead.

That is a feeling that might have been passion,
That is a theory that might have been proved.
This is a style that might have been fashion,
Those are the movies that leave you unmoved.

This is the team that might have won the Cup.
That is a rule that might have been ignored.
These are the numbers that might have come up.
That is a luxury you can’t afford.

This is the fire that might have been started.
There is the man who might have been shot.
These are the lovers who might never be parted
And this could have been the News but it’s not.