This winter I will remember the summer garden -
The bright grass -
The sweetness of its apples -
Picking them from the tree -
Wednesday 9 September 2020
The Old School House
East Stoke
Wareham
This winter I will remember the summer garden -
The bright grass -
The sweetness of its apples -
Picking them from the tree -
Wednesday 9 September 2020
The Old School House
East Stoke
Wareham
The wood burning stove waits for winter -
Its fire will warm these small walls -
The cold moon will shine in an end of year sky -
Our house will be roofed with stars -
Sunday 6 December 2020
The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset
Any moment my heart may dance -
Race as fast as a hare across a moonlit hill -
Run in the space where magic walks -
Any moment the world may change -
Saturday 5 September 2020
The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset
Here, surely, was a jacket bespoke for Achilles' shoulders -
Heroes might buy their suits in this louche tailors -
They would walk past vaping lounges -
Consider a kebab -
Pass by tattoo parlours -
Sip a cappuccino in The Crooked Book -
Here at last they would be clothed in pre worn tweed -
Demi gods in Christchurch Road -
Tuesday 3 September 2020
Boscombe
Bournemouth
Soft rain fell upon the quiet trees -
Mist obscured our view of silent fields -
Leaves were already falling -
The wood evoked stories dear to me -
The Wind In The Willows -
The Little Grey Men -
The Magician's Nephew -
I remembered climbing trees as a leggy boy -
Mossy bark against my face -
Feeling my heart beat in its nest of bone -
Thursday 3 September 2029
Thorncombe Wood
Dorset
I read the first page of The Garden of the Finzi-Cortinis -
The Polish girl made my coffee -
There was spacy ambient music -
I placed my mask upon the table -
There were no knitters here today, or pensive chess players -
I gazed out the window -
I saw a woman with purple dreadlocks -
A bravo came in, glowering -
I remembered the Jewish cemetery in Split -
The pines shadowing the broken monuments -
The cruelty of the sunlight -
Wednesday 2 September 2020
The Crooked Book
Boscombe
Bournemouth
I saw the Morgan parked on the bright grass -
I remembered Jay's friend, the farmer who had a Brazilian wife -
His Morgan in the icy garden -
The roar of the engine -
The air of the jewelled city -
Monday 31 August 2020
Arne
Dorset