The invisible ones ...

The wind blows over the long field -

Lifts crows over hawthorn -


Scatters blossoms -

Carries the invisible ones -


Sings their names -

Shapes their faces in the clouds -





Tuesday 14 April 2020


The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset 

The waiting air ...

I see the garden through the window -

The apple tree, the bright grass -

I see the shape I left in the waiting air -





Monday 13 April 2020


The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset 

Mute birds...

This is our new world -

The slow flight of bees -


Reading The Aerodrome under drowsy blossoms -

Anne reading King Solomon's Mines -


Hearing the sighs of empty trains -

Walking barefoot under the blueness of the sky -


Our fears, tongue-tied crows -

Mute birds flying around our heads -




Sunday 12 April 2020


The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset 

Swallows amongst the orange trees ...

There are more blossoms on the tree -

More birdsong in the garden -

Each hour a golden gift -


I'm eating olives, remembering laughter in the gracious house -

Figs fallen upon the marble pavement -

Swallows amongst the orange trees -





Saturday 11 April 2020


The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset

Lost in the brightness...

I remember Pam -

Her gentleness, her wise smile -

The way she spoke to the wounded boys -


Ben told us today that she had died -

Swept away -

Lost in the brightness falling from the air -





Friday 10 April 2020


The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset

The afternoon had become a story ...

I saw a slow worm on the path -

Moving from sunlight to shadow  -


I saw its exquisite glistening head -

Its curve of strange flesh -


I ran to tell Anne -

The afternoon had become a story -


What might we find in the awakening wood -

What words, what secrets might fall from that flickering tongue -




Thursday 9 April 2020


The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset

His world filled mine ....

Wallace wore his trawlerman's jersey -

His diggers were drawn up around him -

Here he played his intricate games -

A guileless sun warmed his garden -

Wallace sat back, smiling -

His world filled mine -




Wednesday 8 April 2020


The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset