Souls blown away like leaves ...

Walking up North Street this morning, I came upon Jocelyn -  

She was keeping out of the wild wind, clinging to her walking frame - 

I'd seen her there earlier - I'd driven past her in the red wounded beast - 

She was too fearful to move - 

I daren't fall again she cried out - 

I thought of my mum and dad, with their bones made of glass - 

Such fragile creatures would be blown away like dried leaves - 

A passer by helped me take Jocelyn back home - 

Jocelyn lived in the almshouses in East Street - I'd often admired its belfry - 

Across the river, the poplars sashayed in the wind - 

11.30

Wednesday 6 May 2015

North Street 

Wareham

Dorset