My gentler poems.

Jing what has upset you!

That one must have taxed your brain Ariadne.

Oh, I love these clever little jokes.

Ariadne, so do I!

I really comprehend the "Borum" bit now.

Oh attics and the stuff in them. At what point do they become, not the place where everything goes that you have no time or room for, but a place that makes you feel old and sad and feel the passage of time more keenly. And wish you'd just thrown it out at the time and then wouldn't remember it?

I absolutely love the last verse of the rural landscape one. It is so simple, but so evocative.

I've never actually seen a farmer leaning on a gate though. I don't they do it.

I'm not, personally, keen on 'memories' type of poetry. But that's just me.

The Attic.

Memories of the past,
is a very great treasure,
they are so many and so vast,
and they always bring pleasure.

Some things are not forgotten,
all brings joy and sadness,
you can’t always remember who got them,
although you remember them all with fondness.

A picture without a frame,
a piece of cake in a box,
a chair made of bamboo cane,
also a stuffed head of a fox.

So much rubbish and clutter,
it all will have to come down,
all of it makes your heart flutter,
next week we move to another town.

I like it Ian, wish I could write poetry like that, hope you get it published