The quick flames ...

I opened the shed door to get some coal for the evening fire - 

I lingered for a while inside a small disordered world - 

Its wooden walls were sheathed with brambles - spiders built mysterious cities under the sleeping mower - 

Discarded paint tins hoarded lost colours - 

Behind garden rakes were birds nests, fragile crowns woven from moss and hair -  

Two bicycles were like sad ghosts - 

Upon a shelf was a pair of boots, their soles still dusted with summer - 

A red hula hoop longed for Anne's waist - 

I filled the scuttle with the jet black coal, already feeling the heat of the quick flames - 

15.30

Sunday 7 February 2015

The garden shed 

The Old School House

East Stoke 

Dorset