The door ..

There it was, amidst portraits of jowly sea captains, the door carved and decorated by Derek Jarman - 

I remembered the Super 8 films, the sailors singing Stormy Weather - 

I'd read Smiling in Slow Motion that languorous summer - 

We'd driven, monstrously hungover, to Dungeness - 

There were small fishing boats offshore - 

Driftwood was like seared bone - 

The beach was a strange radiant world - 

The garden was haunted by Paradise - 

We read Donne's words - 

We heard the pale waves breaking upon the shingle - 

That evening I ate a Greek salad - 

There was a white moon in a sky filled with stars - 

13.30

Sunday 12 August 2018

Poole Museum