Poems

Jerusalem Weekend 

Walking to my uncle's parlour,
from the perfumed
corridor to look at an
oil portrait of my
great - grandfather, 
a turn of the century 
Jewish gentleman 
from Eastern Germany.

He observes, 
with diamond-green 
velvet- eyes
things to come,
gazing into the distance
with a faint hedonistic smile -
gauging with skepticism
the fear of the forthcoming century.

There is nothing like
a beautiful safe home: 
A couch is a couch,
a table- is a table, 
bringing deliverance and comfort.