Sunday, 6 September 2026

Portscatho twilight

Walking back up the hill -

Away from the small harbour -

The fishing boats resting on the sand -

Past curtains hiding gentle rooms -

Gardens facing the sea -

Lampposts glimmering in the salty twilight -

Followed by our earlier selves -

Anne, going to a dance -

There, in the Memorial Hall -

Myself, on the clifftop path -

Wearing a shirt as blue as the sea - 


Portscatho 

September 2026 

Saturday, 5 September 2026

Another end of days

We walked past sun burnt dads -

Lean Amazons sculpting sand castles -

A prowling herring gull -

Beach huts with chirruping radios -

Salty grandchildren -

Having tea in the Cabin with Union Jacks snapping in the wind -

The blue zinging sea -

Thinking it was like walking with Roth or Zweig in Ostend -

Another nervy summer -

Another end of days -


Swanage 

September 2026

Friday, 4 September 2026

Watching House

House scowls, lurching on his cane -

His eyes burn -

He speaks in savage metaphors -


In his apartment, he plays icy jazz piano -

He talks with ghosts -

Remembers how he will be alone -


September 2026



Thursday, 3 September 2026

We said goodbye

We said good bye to the kindly Baptist nanas -

To the sand tray, the play dough -

The singing in a circle -

The cup cakes -

The Welsh boyo of a minister with his parables -

The gentle grandad with his wispy beard -

The young mums fluttering round their buggies -

My heart was full -

One precious chapter ending -

Goodbye Jake they said -

Goodbye  -



Salisbury 

September 2026

Wednesday, 2 September 2026

After the A Train

I woke up thinking of you -

How you wore a long red dress -


How I kept looking at you -

Unable to look away -


Your arms were bare -

Your smile was my world -


When we hugged each other I said how lovely you were -

When you asked if I would still swim with you I said yes yes -


Swanage 

September 2026 

Leaves falling from a golden tree



The quartet is playing Bye Bye Blackbird -


It's slowly getting dark -

The notes of Rob's saxaphone are  like leaves falling from a golden tree -


The Mowlem 
Swanage 

September 2026

Monday, 31 August 2026

A thread of love

We held a thread of love -

Remembering the young beautiful god -

Saying his name -

Writing it in our hearts -


Weymouth 

August 2026