I sat in the company of poets ...

I ordered a half English - 

Beavers was nearly empty - 

I'd looked in vain for the gorilla - 

Perhaps, I thought, he might be ill, or resting - 

Grey waves broke upon the colourless shore -  

Gulls flew over the salt rimed rooftops - 

The toy train was closed for winter - 

Earlier, I'd bought The White Goddess - 

I remembered the scorched graveyard in Deia - 

I closed my eyes to see a pagan sun - 

I sat in the company of poets - 

My pen was a yellow feather - 

I knew the secrets of the moon - 

12.00

Thursday 24 November 2016

Beavers 

Swanage

Dorset