The glider ...

I lay on the bright grass with Anne, reading Blood's a Rover - 

Elroy's short sentences were like pops of Old Crow -

The Count had fingernails like claws - 

I looked upwards, distracted by sweet birdsong - 

A glider was moving across the sky - I followed its silent circling flight - 

I felt the warmth of the sun upon my face - 

Too soon I lost sight of the slender visitant from the heavens - 

Ghostlike wings carried it into remote blueness - 

A kestrel waited on top of the church tower - 

Clumsy bees lolloped just above galaxies of daisies - 

16.00

Wednesday 13 May 2015

The garden 

The Old School House

East Stoke 

Dorset