Byzantium

Walking in the Autumn stillness, I remembered Byzantium -

That was the name I gave the guest house -

I'd climbed its narrow twisting stairs -

From my room I could see the sea turn red as twilight came - 

Above me was the roof of the dream filled house -

In my diary I wrote Julia says you find love where it finds you, whatever shape it has -

We'd walked across seared fields and seen churches with round towers - 

There were black cliffs, the shards of a chapel - 

The tide covering the sands - 

Later, a wrought iron lamp post glimmering in the dark -

Hunstanton 

June 2025