I'd ride my bike like a grizzled hero coming home ...

The two bravos in Ponds were joshing a wiry pensioner - 

Their lurcher lay dreaming of rabbits before the glowing stove - 

I left my net of kindling on the counter - 

A few bits of tinsel were draped around the mysterious ironmongery - 

I made my way past tins of Cuprinol in search of wellingtons - 

Men in waxed jackets hefted chisels - 

Away from the stove, the air was cold and smelled of oil - 

I imagined becoming a gaffer, handy with a saw - 

I'd drink dark ale in The Horse and Groom - 

I'd ride my bike like a grizzled hero coming home - 

11.52

Monday 12 December 2016

Ponds 

Wareham

Dorset