At The Blue Bell Hotel ...

We walked across the cobbled square -

We'd followed narrow lanes to reach the village - 

Behind tall hedgerows there had been quiet fields, a sailless windmill - 

There had been birdsong and growing shadow -

In the hotel, there were gentle ghosts -

Dreams of charabancs and ice creams - 

We sat outside, under the evening sky -

I heard the soft voices of those I could not see - 

15 July 2022

Blue Bell Hotel

Belford