Thursday, 17 August 2017

Shy ghosts in Charing Cross Road ...

Shy ghosts haunted the secondhand bookshops on Charing Cross Road - 

Walking towards the seething tube station I heard their voices - 

I lingered amongst bibliophiles so that I might greet them - 

Floor to ceiling bookcases were reefs of words - 

When I turned to see my ghosts I recognised their youthful faces 

I knew their voices as my own - 

Wednesday 16 August 2017

Charing Cross Road

Wednesday, 16 August 2017

When Wallace smiled ...

When I held Wallace in my arms my heart was made large enough to hold the world - 

My eyes filled with tears -

There he was, bringing the future and the past before me - 

There they were, my two daughters, Anne, my wife - there was the first ever moment I saw her - 

There were the moments when Sophie and Tessa were born - 

There were my parents, my grandparents, the sky above and the earth beneath - 

There was the skin we wore, the thoughts we carried in our heads - 

When Wallace smiled a new world spun - 

Wednesday 16 August 2017


Tuesday, 15 August 2017

Places of the mind ...

I'm eating lemon drizzle high above The Great Court

I've just looked at a beautiful spooky watercolour by Henry Moore - 

Wildflowers will soon turn the bombsite into a secret garden - 

Searchlights will sweep across the reddened sky - 


The landscape Samuel Palmer painted was illumined by heavenly light - 

In the city churchyard, John Craxton remembered a Cretan bar -  

Turner waited for the storm to darken the lagoon - 

The stars danced inside a sea shell - 


Looking at each painting was like listening to a story -  

Each haunting word held me in its spell - 

Tuesday 15 August 2017

Members Room
British Museum


Monday, 14 August 2017

Strange paradises ...

We walked past the quiet villas of Aldersbrook - 

Sunflowers tracked the beautiful progress of jets across the sky - 

The air was rich with a hundred languages -

The smile of my new grandson was like an early summer - 

What strange paradises did he see in this tree lined street? 

Monday 14 August 2017


Sunday, 13 August 2017

The carvers are back ...

The carvers are back until autumn - 

Bravos will sculpt hares with chainsaws - 

With their dreadlocks, they'll shape lithe bodies out of golden wood with unrivalled sprezzatura - 

At night, they'll sit by their fires, drinking cider, inhaling mysterious smoke - 

I'll drive past them in the pristine Peugeot - 

There'll be a smooth stone from a northern beach in my jacket pocket - 

I'll match sea with fire, pale sun with fragrant orchards - 

Sunday 13 August 2017


Saturday, 12 August 2017

The hundred and ninety nine steps ...

Climbing the steps up to the Abbey, I left behind the narrow harbour, the crooked yards - 

Attic windows were open to the gaze of seagulls -


I knew that I was one of many, wearing down once more the patient stone -   

We climbed upwards, those who could be seen, and those who were invisible - 

Monday 31 July 2017


Friday, 11 August 2017

The key will be turned in the lock ...

One day the lounge will be emptied of memory - 

We'll take down the pictures - we'll roll up the carpets - 

The vase will hold no flowers -

The words my dad wrote will haunt my thoughts - 

The key will be turned in the lock - 

Friday 11 August 2017

Staunton Road