Frecklefuss – a poem

Frecklefuss, what a palaver

For such a simple thing, cute

Moments, aftersun and aches,

Rest and recovery on holiday

Projects abandoned without worry.


Chickens and croissants try

To peek through ruined skin,

Colour burn and dry, dry land

Tiredness and waste, all this

Fuss for little freckles.


Dedicated to JP