The Triumph Herald in West Street ..

Driving down West Street, I saw a 1970s Triumph Herald -

I admired its tiny rakish fins -

I remembered driving with Russell -

His Triumph Herald was a miracle of rust and smoke -

Matthew, the noble English sheepdog, took up the whole of the back seat -

My feet would rest upon a carpet of empty Marlboro cigarette packets -

There'd be a foxed Season in Hell in the glove box -

A memory of a song by The Doors inside my head -

Once we stopped to pick up a hitchhiker -

The boy wore purple loons -

Do you need a lift Russ asked him -

We're going to Mordor -


Thursday 19 September 2019

West Street
Wareham
Dorset