Another country ....

I'm waking up in the early morning -

One moment, I'm in my dream London, wandering amongst stately museums, or in a whispering labyrinth -

The next, I'm lying awake, afraid to look at my watch -

The stairs are thick with shadows -

I can still see the terrible room, the still unmade bed -

The new day is another country -

The words spoken there are unknown to me - 

20.00

Tuesday 23 January 2018

The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset