Norfolk Road by Dave Makin
The flat, upper floor, faded gentility.
Two residents, just Her and her daughter.
A sanctuary far from `Daily Express` land
and into the free-thinking laughter of Sunday `Observer` land,
occupied by this educated, fliberal, quietly wild woman.
Mid-Fifties, with `Under Milk Wood` and `Songs for Swinging Lovers`.
Boy! Didn`t we just swing and love in those years,
with Her giggling, serving us tea in bed.
The Influence was rich,rewarding and lasting.
It reaches out,still, touching me after these many years.