A dangerous muse ...

I'm listening to Dark Night of the Soul - 

Strange music fills the library - 

Listening, I remember driving the blue car through the forest - 

The hotel rooms were dimly lit - 

Bikers were gathered round the jukebox - 

I'd kept close to my dangerous muse -

She'd led me by the hand through this province of her realm - 

Wood smoke reminds me of the fragrance of her mouth - 

Oranges remind me of the groves surrounding her birthplace - 

Laughter and wine were her currency - 

The northern sun is a pale twin of the one she'd shown me - 

18.04

Thursday 5 October 2017

The Old School House

East Stoke

Dorset