The afternoon had become a story ...

I saw a slow worm on the path -

Moving from sunlight to shadow  -


I saw its exquisite glistening head -

Its curve of strange flesh -


I ran to tell Anne -

The afternoon had become a story -


What might we find in the awakening wood -

What words, what secrets might fall from that flickering tongue -




Thursday 9 April 2020


The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset