I wanted to pinch out a candle, to reach for a bumper of Malaga -
I put more birch logs upon the fire -
I gazed at my unread books - words hummed like bees within their covers -
I knew that I would remember that gentle voice -
I pictured the author, walking with his sister to Hoxton Asylum, both weeping -
No wonder, I thought, he looked for his midnight cup -
23.45
Monday 30 November 2015
The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset
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