Sunday, 22 October 2017

Walking on Middle Beach ...

I'm at Middle Beach - 

National Trust cafe patrons are looking at their I phones - 

Cappuccinos are sipped at silent tables -

A courtly prophet mans the till - 

I admire his beard - 

A sign says on the beach we forget to count the days - 

I've unwound my green keffiyeh- 

A soft rain is falling from a pale grey sky -

Rich pelts of seaweed cover the sand - 

I think of my parents - 

There's no need for a watch in the lounge of memory- 

Each long day is the same - 

Yet each moment is instantly forgotten -

The two people I loved, and still love, are like shells upon this beach - 

They are washed clean, scoured empty by the waves - 

Sunday 22 October 2017

Middle Beach

Saturday, 21 October 2017

The wind from the sea ...

The wind from the sea shook the trees - 

Old gods rioted in the sky - 

The familiar lane ran through an invisible country - 

Darkness fell from the lawless air - 

Saturday 21 October 2017

East Stoke

Friday, 20 October 2017

Klezmer music ...

We danced in circles to the music of yearning violins - 

A young man with dark eyes fell in love - 

We flew above rooftops whilst comets lit up the sky - 

For an hour or so we tasted the sweetness of a vanished world - 

Our souls were ravished by its melancholy - 

We heard outside the wind which would blow away whole cities - 

We danced with those who rose heavenwards as smoke - 

Thursday 19 October 2017

Durlston Castle

Thursday, 19 October 2017

Little Bindon ...

This hidden garden above the sea still haunts my dreams - 

It's been seven years since I came here - 

Then the gate had been left open -

We'd lingered amongst secret greenery -  

Roses had climbed up lichened stone - 

The ancient house had been flooded with summer light  - 

Arched windows gave up their secrets - 

I walked across a mossy lawn - 

Each footstep had hardly marked the grass - 

Beyond the warm wall was the edge of the world - 

Now, this morning in October, the gate is shut - 

A dull sky presses down upon the dripping trees - 

Yet the memory of that afternoon remains - 

I see once more the bright shadows -

I feel once more the beautiful fragility of my heart - 

Thursday 19 October 2017

Little Bindon
Lulworth Cove

Wednesday, 18 October 2017

After watching Mulholland Drive ...

Driving homewards in my car, I thought I was still in Mulholland Drive -

I saw the brake lights of a murderer's car glow red - 

Canyons led to an illuminated city -

Boulevards were filled with weirdness -  

Two beautiful women broke my heart - 

Telephones rang in strange rooms - 

A chanteuse wept on a darkening stage - 

A dwarf radiated terror - 

held a blue key in my hand - 

I remembered David's words -

You don't try and understand this film he said - 

You just watch it - 

Wednesday 17 October 2017

Durlston Castle 

Tuesday, 17 October 2017

Moving through the fair ...


The birds ran riot in the sky - 

The day darkened - 

The sun was like a dull red wound - 

This is what it would be like, I thought,

The day my world ends,

The day I see her moving through the fair - 

Monday 16 October 2017


Monday, 16 October 2017

The house will welcome winter ...

This year,
Mr Sooty's son in law will sweep our chimney - 

Deft brushes will seek out the residue of last year's fires - 

Jackdaws will give up their hoards - 

The house will welcome winter - 

The world will turn -

There will be a white moon in an ancient sky - 

Days pale as bone will become green as summer - 

Monday 15 October 2017

The Old School House
East Stoke