Tuesday, 17 March 2020

Invisible guests ...




The young Albanian served me tea - 

Is scone ? he asked - 

Logs smouldered in the fireplace - 

Through the window, I saw the  long icy sweep of the bay - 

The lounge was empty - 

There were only invisible guests - 

I remembered walking in the hotel gardens - 

The stone dog with lichen for fur - 

The sea at the foot of the cliffs - 

The sky full of dark clouds - 

The wind against my face - 




Wednesday 11 March 2020


Raven Hall
Ravenscar 
Yorkshire 

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