Furies with a search warrant ...

We forgot the dark pavement once inside the welcoming house - 

We'd driven through the wounded city - 

We'd seen jewelled towers and beggars, night buses and stretch limousines - 

Now we sat in a warm high ceilinged room - 

Bridget bought in a tray of bottled beers -

Jay sipped a decorous bumper of Fitou -

Bookcases were nests of words -

A literary review caught my eye - 

In the hall, a trilby decorated a newel post - 

I remembered how Bridget had spent a year in Tashkent - 

I imagined living in a fearful city - 

I'd memorise precious poems having read them - 

I could leave no scraps of paper for Furies with a search warrant - 

18.56

Sunday 28 February 2017

Clapton 

London