Thursday, 21 November 2024

A bright path on the water



Pale moon in the sky - 

Wine in my glass - 

A bright path on the water - 


Lycian coast

September 2024

Like a fragment of a dream - 

That haunted space - 

Those empty chairs -


The Spa

Scarborough

Septembe 2024

Looking out the high window - 

The late autumn trees - 

The pale November sky - 

My heart in its fragile nest - 

The memory of summer in the garden - 


Woodend

Scarborough

November 2024
The young lovers there for the day - 

The girl with her blonde beehive - 

The boy with his blue eyes - 


Woodend

Scarborough

September 2024

Wallace loves the beautiful game -

The touch of the ball -

The young gods with their bodies made of air - 


Scarborough

November 2024

I ate Indian street food in Spark -

Around us, the youth wore their wild hair -


With each fiery spoonful, I remembered Marco's house -

The sunlight on dark wood - 

The Frenchwoman reading in the sultry garden - 


York 

November 2024

Ghosts came with him - 

The ancestors - 

We would weep if we saw inside that house - 


Dorchester

November 2024

A darkening reef of bedrooms -

Old dreams -

Nearby, the still sea - 


South Cliff

Scarborough

September 2024

Playing Bananagram with Wallace -

The tricksy tiles -

His smile - 

My heart filled with love - 


Scarborough

November 2024

The hour will come - 

Tony singing Suspicious Minds - 

Las Vegas come to northern skies - 


Scarborough

September 2024

Our eyes were drawn to the sky -

We were beguild by the wild magic of fireworks -

By the furious beauty of the air - 


Scarborough

November 2024

Mallard -

Like a dangerous animal sleeping - 

Awakening any moment - 


Railway Museum 

York

November 2024

He wore his tweed like a magician's robe - 

Led us by green words into the wildwood - 

Reawakened wonder in our hearts -


Dorset COP

Bournemouth University

September 2024

They stay invisible -

Never given their names - 


They have no need of my tears - 

They have so many of their own - 


Weymouth

September 2024

They peck at pastels de Natas -

Wearing their beards and plaid shirts -


They open their moleskines - 

Sip flat whites -


Woodend

Scarborough

September 2024

We sang watched by  angels -

Sorrowful grandmothers - 

Brothers, sisters - 


We walked with prophets - 

There were tongues of fire in Whitehall - 


London

October 2024

He peered at me over half moon glasses - 

Looked up from his obscure page - 


Black Pug Books was open only by chance - 

I heard the Minster clock tell the hour -


Wimborne

November 2024

I remembered sad churches - 

Forgotten valleys - 


Pale flowers - 

Names of boys - 


This was where they were taken -

Where their eyes were blinded - 


Where the beautiful were disfigured - 

Where their hearts were torn - 


Mayflower Theatre

Southampton 


November 2024

Summer ghosts



The glistening shore reflected the sky - 

I saw our summer ghosts - 

Each footprint we'd left upon the sands - 


South Beach

Studland


September 2024


I watched the Albanians -

They remembered betrayals whilst they jet washed BMWs - 


The diner was empty -

I picked up a curdled magazine - 


September 2024

There were still apples on the tree - 

Windfalls on the bright grass - 


A memory of wood smoke - 

A blackbird's song


East Stoke

September 2024


Friday, 1 November 2024

Eating figs


We ate figs at Tlos - 

Sweetness on our tongues -

Olive trees had shaded us -


We'd walked amongst the ruins of a noble city - 

Seen birds dart from shattered column to column - 

Touched the stone beds of Lycian kings -


Tlos 

September 2024