Sunday, 8 August 2021

He wore his years like a fine coat ...




Ken put down his glass - 

He wore his years like a fine coat -


We'd shared olives in Cappadocia - 

Stood before the sufi's tomb -


I remembered the shooting stars above the maquis -

The stories about Africa - 


The taste of salt was on our lips - 

The yacht still sailed on the wine dark sea - 


I heard the call for prayer whilst we talked - 

A wind smelling of orange blossoms stirred his hair - 


8 August 2021

The Old School House
East Stoke 
Dorset


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