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 - 


16.00
Wednesday 16 August 2017

Charing Cross Road
London



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 - 


14.00
Wednesday 16 August 2017

London 

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 - 


15.07
Tuesday 15 August 2017

Members Room
British Museum
London


 

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? 


11.00
Monday 14 August 2017

Aldersbrook
London


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 - 


13.47
Sunday 13 August 2017

Wareham 
Dorset 





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 - 


10.10
Monday 31 July 2017

Whitby
Yorkshire


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 - 


15.00
Friday 11 August 2017

Staunton Road
Havant
Hampshire