Clerici's quiet melancholy ...

I woke up with a summer cold - 

I'm sitting now, watching Anne cut the rosemary - 

I can smell the fragrance of the severed stems - 

The sky is a pale burning blue - 

These last few days have been like living in a Sci Fi movie - 

I had an extra's part in the scene which was set in the parched city - 

Now sitting in the garden, I remember the stifling air inside the tube train, the scorched skins of parked cars - 

I'd watched a cat steal across a fire escape, its shadow as black as its fur - 

I was sitting on a roof terrace - 

I put down the novel by Alberto Moravia - 

I understood only too well Clerici's quiet melancholy - 

16.31

Tuesday 20 June 2017

The Old School House

East Stoke 

Dorset