Friday, 9 January 2015

Looking at the crescent moon on Christmas Eve ...



I stood in the dark garden inside the house, laughing shapes flickered across the TV screen - bottles of Ringwood Porter glowed in the kitchen - I could smell wood smoke from the chimney - the crescent moon was like a pale jewel - 

Gazing at the bright windows, I felt as though I were standing on the edge of the world - the ones I loved were hardly visible - tiny figures inside a dolls house - 

In two hours time it would be Christmas Day - 

Years flew by above me, each one with different wings - ardent stars moved across the void - 


22.00
December 24 2014

The garden of The Old School House
East Stoke 
The Isle of Purbeck










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