Amy Winehouse should not have died.  Write your poem and send it to me poet@talktalk.net – if I get enough, I’ll publish them as a book. Here’s one I wrote.

Amy Winehouse

If love
Were a drug
You’d have so much of it:
So much to give.
But all the love
You were given
Sped you faster
Into heaven.

In the dark
Losing sight
You were troubled
And took flight.
On the stage
You seemed pale –
We watched you
As you fell.

So where
Do you go?
Who to turn to?
Who to know?
Who will listen
To the sound
Of your heart breaking
Underground?

Take my hand
Let us wander
On the sands
Of St Lucia
Far away
Towards a sunset
Free forever
From regret.

It’s too late now
The sun has set:
The clicking shutters
Pavements wet
Stumbling heels
Tumbling hair
Spinning wheels
Ending here.