Waiting for the comrades ...

Waiting for the comrades, I stood by the telephone box of invisible callers -

Darkness hid the leafless trees - 

The glistening road was silent - 

Floodwater was covering the emptied fields - 

I wondered whether to enter the telephone box - 

If I picked up the receiver, whose voices would I hear? - 

I saw them all, the lost people of my life - 

I heard their voices - I felt the warmth of their smoky bodies - I smelled their skin - 

18.08

Wednesday 22 November 2016

East Stoke

Dorset