The stove ...

This was the second night we had lit the stove -

I arranged the kindling as though it were part of an installation in a pristine gallery -

My fingers were scented with kerosine -

I remembered the stove in the November tea house -

The photograph of Attaturk -

The dark greenery of the Mulberry tree -

The glass tear drops held in work worn hands -



Thursday 21 November 2019


The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset