Dancing to Tainted Love ...

When I heard Marc Almond crooning tainted love and  I cannot stand the way you tease I knew that I had to dance - 

I remembered one dangerous summer with Annick, the Sunbeam Rapier full of smoke - 

We were meeting a bravo in a cavernous pub - 

They love it, these Soft Cell boys she'd said, dancing upon a carpet of broken glass - 

20.00

Saturday September 5 2015

Harmans Cross Village Hall

Harmans Cross

Dorset

Reading Stefan Zweig's "Montaigne" on the beach ...

I'm reading Stefan Zweig's Montaigne whilst sunbathing on the beach - 

A few moments ago, I was swimming in the wild wanton sea - 

Garlands of foam were hanging from my neck - my legs were roped with kelp - 

My body is still tingling - I'm digging my toes into the warm fine sand -

I can hear the sound of the waves -

The tide is out - gulls are flying overhead - 

Jay gave me this book as a present - I am treasuring each page - 

The wind dries my salty hair -

My dark clothes lie heaped up beside me - 

My watch is buried somewhere in the sand - 

15.00

Thursday 10 September 2015

Middle Beach

Studland 

Dorset

Singing I'm A Believer ...

Before the vows, we sang I'm A Believer - 

The words flew around the garden like joyous birds - 

Above our heads was a roof of sky - beneath our feet was the gentle earth - 

Love made our voices golden - 

Our shadows danced upon the grass - 

The Model Village 

Corfe Castle 

Dorset 

Saturday 5 September 2015

The party on the beach ...

The day after the wedding, we all went to the beach - 

Creatives lay upon the sand, their devices sleeping, their eyes shaded by Ray-Bans - 

Helium balloons sashayed in the breeze - 

Sophie and Paul danced in the electric zinging sea - 

We all whooped with joy - 

Later, Jay floated upon his back - 

Look said Bridget, a floating philosopher - 

15.30

Sunday September 6 2015

Middle Beach

Studland 

Dorset 

My barber and consigliere tells me not to worry ...

I spent some time this morning in my gentlemen's club - 

Paul raised his dancing scissors above my head - 

Don't worry my barber and consigliere said - no one ever worries about the bride's father's speech - all they'll worry about is how long it'll be -  

09.00

Wednesday September 2 2015

Paul's 

Wareham

I will hold the sun in my hands ...

Sophie and Paul are staying with us - they arrived here yesterday - 

Their joyous world now touches mine - 

On Saturday, Jane will say her precious words - 

I will walk with Sophie over the bright grass - 

I will hold the sun in my hands - 

The moon will shine in a summer sky - 

21.35

Wednesday 2 September 2015

The Old School House

East Stoke

Dorset

The spider and the moon ...

Looking out the bedroom window, late one afternoon, I saw a spider, on the other side of the glass - 

She hung, like an insouciant murderess, on her silver ropes, high above the limitless garden - 

In the attic, there were ancient spider cities - 

Old photographs lived their secret lives - 

Late that evening, I went outside - 

The moon came out from the clouds - 

Dew chilled my feet - 

I clung to my own ropes, my pen in my hand, songs still be sung like apricots in my mouth - 

23.30

Monday August 31 2015

The Old School House

East Stoke