A couch of dreams ...

We will walk in verse I told Richard - 

I'd just read his latest poem - 

The words left my tongue before I knew they were there - 

I remembered holding the wine glass, the midnight villas, the starless sky - 

Richard's poem was a passport to a fragrant country, one far beyond these narrow streets - 

There, in a smouldering garden, he would take off his coat - 

The moon would rest upon his shoulder - 

A slender hand would lead him to a couch of dreams - 

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Monday 2 October 2017

The Old School House

East Stoke

Dorset