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