Tuesday, 4 July 2017

Words upon our tongues ...



Richard and I left The Golden Eagle at midnight - 

There was a white half moon in the starless sky - 

We walked past the Jewish Cemetery - 

I thought of the wind which had swept away story tellers and gentle congregations - 

Even here, in this louche quarter, I heard the music of dark times - 

Women with long black hair flew over the roof tops - 

Foxes guided us over the pavements - 

Words were given us to write upon our tongues - 


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4 July 2017

Southsea 
Hampshire 


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