The moon lifts, radiant with terror ...

At five in the morning I thought of Robert Lowell's words - 

I lay in there in the greying dark - 

I remembered a dream I'd had about the end of the world - 

I'd stood in the back alley outside my parents' house - 

The sky had turned red - 

A silence had fallen upon the trees -

A vast invisible shape was moving over the rooftops - 

I woke to a boy's narrow bed - 

Now it was 1962 again - 

Each night I'd see the moon - 

I'd see its yellow eye - 

I would be bathed in its pale fire - 

05.00 

Saturday 15 April 2017

The Old School House

East Stoke

Dorset