Monday, 9 June 2014

Thinking about cricket ...


My mum was discharged from hospital yesterday afternoon - a porter wheeled her to the main entrance of the hospital - 

Soon the Ward was left behind - I remembered the old ladies, propped up on their beds - 

One confused old lady cried out every ten minutes excuse me lady - 

Sophie had come down from London to see my mum, and to be with her on her return to the sparkling house - 

We sat in the garden, drinking tea - my mum admired some roses - the tiny lawns were newly mowed - 

When we accompanied Sophie to the railway station, we passed the town cricket field - 

The sky was full of delicate cloud - 

The pavilion was shut up - I could see no sign of life within, only thin shadows - 

I thought of the game of cricket - I was quite distracted for a moment by a vision of a cricket ball, spinning through long grass - 

Soon Sophie would be returning to Bethnal Green, to her flat overlooking the Regent's Canal - 

A pale moon hung in the sky - 

6.02
June 9 2014

Havant

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