The letters of all my words ...

We played Scrabble in The Ilchester Arms -

Invisible labradors brushed against us -

Logs smouldered -

There were barrels of dark ale - 

Knotted beams held up the low ceiling - 

A narrow stair led upwards to a labyrinth of rooms -

This was an in for antiquarians - 

There were crowns hidden in the chalk - 

Inside the chapel on the hill were offerings of shells - 

And laid out her words - 

I felt the letters of all my words fall like rain - 

30 January 2022

The Ilchester Arms 

Abbotsbury