Placing my hands in the water ...

We walked towards the fountain - 

I had seen the seasons pass through the garden - 

I had rested on the summer grass -

I had watched swallows above the warm fields - 

Now I would place my hands in the water - 

Hear voices under dark trees - 

7 October 2021

The Walled Garden 

Moreton 

Dorset 

Here is my kingdom ...

The tree casts its shadow on the lawn - 

I hear the trains go by - 

Here is my kingdom - 

Continents stretch out before me on the grass - 

6 October 2021

The Old School House 

East Stoke 

Dorset 

A shirt made of feathers ...

I'm reading Terry Street - 

October sunlight fills the room - 

Someone's marked the cover with coffee rings - 

I picture a boozy reader - 

A bed sit in a pinched street - 

American Pie is on the radio - 

I'm twenty years old - 

I've yet to drive the blue car - 

I wear my years like a shirt made of feathers -

5 October 2021 

Watching Vigil ...

I'm watching Vigil -

Missiles dream in their silos - 

The deep ocean is the haunt of leviathans -

When they surface, they will be destroyers of worlds - 

4 October 2021

The last apples ...

I saw the last apples -  

Tipsy wasps had feasted on windfalls - 

Through the bright leaves I could see the sky - 

I lost myself in the blueness - 

I saw myself as a young tree becoming old - 

I stood in a twilight garden - 

Beautiful naked ghosts lay at my feet -

3 October 2021

The Old School House 

East Stoke 

Dorset 

Reading Dead Souls ...

Rain falls all day - 

I'm reading Dead Souls - 

I would be a thin man at the Governor's ball - 

My hair worn in the devil take it manner -

I would be called Porfiry - 

A Collegiate Councillor - 

I'd play whist with the Public Prosecutor - 

My servant would brush my swallow tail coat -

I'd ride in my carriage - 

I'd be asked so you want dead souls ?

2 October 2021

The Old School House 

East Stoke 

Dorset 

Waiting for autumn ...

I saw the sky reflected in the water -

We were walking across the beach -

There were no footprints save our own -

We were waiting for autumn - 

The leaves would fall - 

Then there would be the coming of the moon - 

The pale jewels of winter would be tangled in our hair - 

1 October 2021

Shipstal Point

Arne 

Dorset