Sunday, 15 June 2014

Low tide at Langstone ...


One evening, Anne and I walked along the foreshore of Langstone Harbour - 

We'd left my parents in their house - the TV was silent - 

I remembered how I'd walked here with my dad - he'd been a keen walker, with a quick, nervy, stride - 

I gazed at the numinous sky - the air was very still - Anne was slim and beautiful - my heart beat faster when I looked at her  - 

Swans emerged from amongst the reeds bordering the mill pond - 

Further along the foreshore was the Church of Saint Thomas a Becket - 

The cemetery there was a tranquil place, shaded by gentle trees - 

12.51
East Stoke

June 15 2014




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