Flying to Dalaman ...

The white jet is crossing the twilight sky - 

We look down upon mountains, wide rivers, darkening forests - 

The cities of history are hazy labyrinths - 

Up here, we can see the shape of the earth -

We can sense its heartbeat - 

Our wings touch heaven - 

We chase the sun - 

We catch the moon - 

08.40

Monday 7 May 2018

In the jet, above Greece  

The same sun is in the sky ...

I ring Richard up from South Beach - 

He's with Jimmy in the quiet sunlit cemetery - 

Later he'll wear his brother's homburg and long dark overcoat - 

He'll say my name is Hans Scholl and I talk to you from my grave - 

I look out at the yachts moored just offshore - 

The calm sea is a pale blue - 

I think of that February day - 

The same sun is in the sky - 

Perhaps I breath the same air, passed from mouth to mouth -

I can say the same words - 

Long live Freedom !

Es lebe Freiheit !

12.00

Sunday 6 May 2018

South Beach 

Studland 

Dorset 

Last bunch of the day ...

Bright sunlight is falling upon the grey town - 

It's the fifth of May - 

There's a market winding down in The Old High Street - 

Gulls fly over the roof of Iceland - 

A homeless man is wearing a straw pork pie hat - 

He's shouting something - 

Dads are wearing shorts - 

Thefe are weird mannequins outside London Menswear - 

I hear a smallholder saying you have a free carrier bag with every purchase - 

He's a dark skinned handsome dude, joshing the black girls - 

A pigeons cooing - 

A slender tree has pale green leaves - 

In Falkland Square a flower seller's chanting - 

Last bunch of the day - 

Any bunch for three pound - 

End of the day - 

Last bunch of the day - 

16.30

Saturday 5 May 2018

Poole 

Oranges from a fragrant tree ...

Soon the white jet will take me to the turquoise sea - 

I'll read Hemingway on the gulet - 

The choir will sing each morning - 

I'll eat oranges from a fragrant tree - 

20.10

May 4 2018

The Old School House

East Stoke 

Dorset 

New mornings ...

I'm idling in The Boston Tea Party -

There's a high laptop count - 

Salisbury creatives hone presentations - 

There are a few beards - 

Bright sunlight falls upon the narrow street - 

The lampshades above our heads are glass teapots and coffee pots - 

Knotted floorboards creak under summer Converses - 

Creatives murmur - 

We snarf smoked salmon, scrambled egg and avocado on sourdough - 

Tessa glances at her Samsun screen - 

New beginnings - 

New street names to learn - 

New mornings in the attic bedroom - 

13.32

Thursday 3 May 2018

The Boston Tea Party 

Salisbury 

Blue potatoes, pink potatoes ...

There were two gaffers joshing each other in the changing room - 

One was a gasper, the other a whistler - 

I eavesdropped their conversation shamelessly - 

You don't see any cows round here now said the gasper - 

The whistler whistled - 

Velcro crackled - 

There used to be cows everywhere he said - 

The farmer would come round with his tractor - 

I'd spend eight hours digging the manure into the garden - 

The digging is good for you said the gasper - 

They say you never see a poor farmer - 

I've started planting potatoes said the whistler - 

I plant unusual potatoes - 

Blue ones, pink ones - 

I get a lot of pleasure planting them -

Do you ? asked the gasper - 

I do said the whistler - 

11.15

Wednesday 2 May 2018

Purbeck Sports Centre

Wareham 

After rain ...

There's blossom on the aple tree - 

The sky is clearing after rain - 

The bright lawn is splashed with shadow - 

Daisies open their petals to the sun - 

A bird sings hidden by pale greenery - 

This moment is another pearl of memory - 

16.11

Wednesday 1 May 2018

The lawn

The Old School House

East Stoke 

Dorset