Reading After London ...

I'm reading Richard Jeffrries' After London - 

The first fire of winter warms the room - 

I lit it when I saw the moon in the starless sky -

Pine cones smoulder - 

Flames rise up from burning logs - 

The smoke smells of summer - 

Cut grass - 

A sliced open apple - 

Smooth brown skin - 

I read of cities lost in the wildwood - 

Fallen towers covered by labyrinths of thorn and willow - 

A dark orb brushing against the world - 

I look out the window - 

The moon is netted by the branches of the leafless tree - 

Thursday 22 November 2018

The Old School House

East Stoke

Dorset