Khaki ghosts ...

I'm reading The Ravi Lancers -

While reading, I remember the bright ancient sky of India -

The noble elephants, the temples, the delicate brown wrists of girls -


I remember, too, that other world -

The lost valleys I explored with Penelope -

The sad churches with their names -


Then the border of the world smelling of blood and clay -

The platforms crowded with khaki ghosts -



Wednesday 15 January 2020

The  Old School House
East Stoke
Wareham