Tuesday 31 December 2019

The sea which touches the edge of the world ...




I'm walking toward the bend in the river -

A watch around my wrist which tells only one time -

An Old Testament sky above the flooded fields -


The year ending -

Behind me, the small houses -

Ahead of me, the sea which touches the edge of the world -


Tuesday 31 Decembet 2019


Ridge
Dorset 

Monday 30 December 2019

Ravenna train ...




This year, I think I'll go by train to Ravenna -

I'll see the mosaics -

I'll sip an expresso, wear a linen suit -


I'll sit with my shadow -

I'll find the words -


December 2019

East Stoke
Dorset 

Sunday 29 December 2019

Winter caught in a net of stars ...




Ben put down his moonshine -

Only hardcore boatmen drink there now he said -

I walk there with Flash, foraging for the stove -


I pictured the pub on the remote cut -

The dour Olive behind the bar -

The derelict stables facing the dark water -

The ale in a tall glass -

The sky in the window -

Winter caught in a net of stars -


December 2019


Ferring
West Sussex 

Saturday 28 December 2019

Over Laphroaig ..,



Over Laphroaig I remembered Konya -

Ken marching through the dark hotel -

Insisting they opened the bar -

Sitting with him, drinking the obscure gin we found -

The waiters gazing at us -

Astonished yet still courtly -

Later walking through the ancient city -

Past courtyards where rapt dancers touched heaven and earth -


December 2019

Ferring
West Sussex

At our boozy ease ...




We sat at our boozy ease -

The long table was strewn with exciting bottles -

Varnsey and Charlie were vaping -

The sisters shared Brighton memories -

I remembered Tess singing on a summer's stage -

She clasped her slender glass -

Flash's eyes were a yellowy brown -

Ben smiled his gentle mysterious smile -


December 2019


Ferring
West Sussex 

The whole world here for him ...




We walked along the beach -

Spooky bungalows were half hidden by tamarisk trees -

Salt rimed windows faced the sea -

Flash raced on ahead, leaping and slender -

The whole world here for him, joyous and strange -


December 2019


Ferring beach
West Sussex 

The first winter ...




Candles glimmered amongst the half empty bottles -

A glass was filled with Raker's Shine -

Ben spoke about his first winter on the narrow boat -

The ice on the windows -

The frozen trees overlooking the tow path -

The warmth of the fragrant stove -

Reading a chapter from a treasured book -

Biggles sees it through - 


December 2019

Ferring
West Sussex


Monday 23 December 2019

The stars were young again ...





Christmas had been a time for Horses Necks -

My dad would fix them in the kitchen -

Dizzying measures as though he were still on the cruiser -

A mess night with the Commodore -

 Being called Jim by the padre -

The stars young again -

The ship filled with light on a tideless sea -


December 2019

Studland
Dorset 

Sunday 22 December 2019

A shell still full of voices ...





Whilst the rain fell I thought of the summer valley -

I remembered the mayflies crazily dancing -


I thought about the letter written by the sad father -

Each word reaching out to me across an icy river - .


There were photographs of daughters in the jewel box -

Stopped watches, a cameo brooch, a shell still full of voices -



December 2019


East Stoke
Dorsetb

Saturday 21 December 2019

Finding pieces of my heart ...




Richard calls this attic mining -

Delving under cobwebbed purlins -

Finding pieces of my heart -

A toy fishing rod -

A tiny robot -

The Tiger Who Came to Tea 



December 2019

The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset

Friday 20 December 2019

A secret library ...





I'm looking at these books from the attic -

A Phaidon Max Ernst -

A Faber Edward Thomas -

A foxed Nostradamus -


The last readers of these books were spiders -

I pictured their secret library -

The wind singing in the chimney -

The webs hanging in the dark -


December 2019


The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset 

Thursday 19 December 2019

Turning the pages of Iron in the Soul ...



When I turn the pages of Iron in the Soul I think about my dad -

Not the dad lost in the lounge of memory -

The dad who was a clutch of sparrows' bones -

The dad who said I can't seem to walk -

But the dad who argued with the Port Admiral -

The dad who loved jazz -

Who read Sartre -

The dad who poured Annick a whisky -

The dad who asked what is it to be free ?


December 2019


East Stoke
Dorset


Albanians drove by in dangerous BMWs ..




Still slightly hungover, I rummaged amongst the foxed Penguins -

All around me were reefs of books -

There were leaning towers of Sci Fi, ziggurats of biographies -

Next door, the taxi drivers were ordering mega breakfasts

Albanians drove past the book shop in dangerous BMWs -

I found what I was looking for -

Iron in the Soul


December 2019


Southsea


Wednesday 18 December 2019

The sun drew closer to the twilight earth ...





Pilgrims had passed through here -

The same winter's sun had lengthened their tired shadows -

The same stone arch was above my head -


I remembered the high path to chapel above the sea -

How I'd cast a pebble into the bright spring -


My own shadow lengthened -

The sun drew closer to the twilight earth -



December 2019


Salisbury Cathedral





Each step I took was one followed by a shadow ...




A mist rose from the darkening fields -

The bare trees were delicate bones against  the sky -

The narrow road led to a lonely house -

I walked as though I were a scholar in a short story by M R James -

Thorny hedgerows shut out the world -

Each step I took was one followed by a shadow -



December 2019


Ridge
Dorset


Tuesday 17 December 2019

Casting ancient spells ....




In this room, you would hear wonders -

Ships sailing across unknown seas - 

Mermaids lamenting shining boys -

The King of the wildwood wearing an ivy crown - 

Three hares gazing at the moon -


December 2019


Salisbury Museum 

Part time city Marsyas Donner Kebab ...





It was like being punched in the face, this painting -

The flayed singer, hanging upside down -

The jealous god -


Marsyas -

Apollo -

Those beautiful, dreadful, names -


The olive grove transformed into a late night kebab house -

The bright god holding a greasy knife -

The singer a cylinder of meat -


December 2019


Jaime Valtierra
Part Time City Marsyas Donner Kebab


Salisbury 

My tears filling the world ...




Sandra spoke the beautiful and mysterious words -

My small candle was one of many -

My small white star hanging with other stars from the kindly tree -

My tears filling the world my dear ones had left -


December 2019


Saint Faiths
Havant 

Breakfast in The Country Pantry ...




I dusted my tinned tomatoes with fiery pepper -

Each mouthful was a scalding delight -

I overheard the conversations of grizzled taxi drivers -

Five grand -

The road was up -

Did you see the paper ? 

Richard had unwound his scarf -

The young woman with blue hair wore a tinsel necklace -

I thought about writing my name on the steamed up window -

Christmas decorations hung in gaudy webs from the ceiling -

I remembered the juke box in the Hopperesque lounge -

The midnight whisky in another bar -

The darkness in the streets -

The flickerings of televisions in shadowy rooms -


December 2019


Southsea 

The promise of an awakening tree ...




We heard the news whilst we sat in fellowship -

The gentle waiters drew back -

What comfort could I offer ?


I remembered the rainbow above the turbulent bay -.

The smile of the gentle father, waiting for his child -

The passing of a shadow -

The promise of an awakening tree -


December 2019


The Massala
Swanage
Dorset

No green coats for my dear ones ...




The trees are bare in the final garden -

It's winter -

Mute birds gather -


No green coats for my dear ones -

Only rain from the dark sky -

A wind from the edge of the world -


December 2019


Warblington 

Tuesday 10 December 2019

Santa wearing sunglasses ...




Along the top of the wall, I saw the Santas -

The thick walled house behind the wall -

Each Santa wearing sunglasses -

Cool dudes in the December sun -


December 2019

Corfe




A fragrant summer ...




There -

Stencilled by a youthful hand -

I saw her -

The goddess I'd seen in the beautiful city -


I remembered her golden hair -

The sky above the sea -


I knew that even here there could be a fragrant summer -

A warm wind blowing from an exquisite shore -



December 2019


Swanage 

The same enchantment ...




The same trim bungalow - 

The same worn body - 

The same anger - 

The same enchantment - 


December 2019

Walking away from narrow stairs .,,





I walked away from the narrow stairs -

The damp walls -

The dark tongues of mould -

The shoes left outside forlorn doors -


I thought of the lives lived here -

Then I thought of the life lived by the man who wore brogues -

I pictured the long wall which enclosed his park -

The Land Rover which marked out his kingdom -


December 2019

Friday 6 December 2019

The Greek Prince ...




I gazed at the biscuit tin next to the small rocking horse -

The faded image of the Greek Prince -

The half smile -

The rust like brown snowflakes falling on the gilt chair -


Logs smouldered in the stove -

I folded up my newspaper -

I remembered the words from a song I'd loved -

And although my eyes were open -

They might just as well've been closed -


The Old Granary -
Wareham
Dorset


December 2019

This narrow world ...




I imagined living in this narrow world -

Crossing the road -

Being amongst the grey houses -

The pebble-dashed walls -


Walking to the chippy -

The rain coming in from the sea -


November 2019

A gammon's nest ...




This was a gammon's nest, I thought -

That pristine driveway -


The immaculate Skoda -

That leather sofa for reading The Daily Mail -


November 2019

Wednesday 4 December 2019

Reading the Bull from the Sea ...





I'm reading The Bull from the Sea -

Whilst I'm reading it, I'm drenched in ancient sunlight -

The air is scented with resin -

Brave ships sail on a wine dark sea - 


Mysteries take place in olive groves - 

The vine king is crowned -

Dolphins carry boys from island to island - 

Pale girls dance under a murderous moon - 


December 2019






Monday 2 December 2019

Walking towards Moreton ...




We walked through the pinewoods -

The air was as icy and dizzying as a chilled loosener -

Mist rose up from the withered bracken -

Bright December sunlight fell from the frozen sky -



December 2019


Moreton


Outside Greggs ...




More gammons - 

A mobility scooter outside Greggs -

Curious Springers -

The Santa Special -

Seagulls flying above the rooftops -

A morning'a canvassing in Station Road -


November 2019

Richard returns from the North ...




Richard's returned from the North -

The Jura in a midnight glass -

The fishing boats in the harbour -

A selkie's skin -

The jigsaw pieces on the driftwood table -


November 2019