Are these old intruders really our history?
Black and white moments are stuck here at random.
Notes on the back - ‘52, London -
Only deepen the obsolete mystery.
Smiling happily – though without a name
That anyone still alive would remember -
Less classified now than insects in amber,
They might have been important at the time.
David Whippman is in his early 70s. He spent most of his working life in healthcare, and has written articles for nursing journals, as well as mainstream poems and short stories. He currently lives in Blackpool. Writing has always been his main hobby. The others are music, chess and visual arts.