Lady Madonna was on Radio One ...

I'm reading Homage to Catalonia -

The Penguin cost me five old shillings -

Lady Madonna was on Radio One -

I wore a velvet  jacket -


It all came back -

Reading these yellowy pages -

Smoking Players Number 6 -

Wondering how you said the words - seremos invencibles -

Falling in love with a girl living in Chantry Road -



Saturday 29 February 2020



The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset 

A cold hand ...

I can feel it -

Even here -

The wind from the edge of the world -

Blowing all before it -

From one darkness to another darkness -

A cold hand against my face -



Friday 28 February 2020


The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset

Hole In My Shoe ...

I'm listening to Hole In My Shoe -

I remember the jewelled birds -

My eyes opened to wonder -




Thursday 27 February 2020



The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset

The weight of those pinnacled towers ...

I felt the weight of those pinnacled towers -

The false magic of those gilded halls -

Tear it down, I thought -

Tear it down -



Tuesday 25 February 2020


Westminster 

Before I knew it ...

I called him Richard before I knew it -

I was charmed by his exquisite cuffs -

The beautiful suit -

The daughter now at Holland Park -

I shook myself awake -

But there's poverty I said -



Tuesday 25 February 2020


Westminster 

Neill knew this wide street ...

Neill knew this wide street -

The gracious town houses -

The winding alleys, the panamas in Snooks -

We'd gazed earlier at the wild sea -

The rising cliffs -

Now we gazed at foxed Penguins, a Picture Post from 1943 -

There were hearty yarns by Percy F Westerman -

Beautiful essays by Llewellyn Powys -

A courtly man in tweed wrote a fastidious cheque -

We ate a bacon sandwich in Beach & Barnicott -

We heard Northern Soul -.

The rain fell on high roofs -

Clouds came in from the sea -

I remembered seeing Colmer's Hill -

The mysterious trees -

The moon caught in their outstretched branches -



Monday 24 February 2020


Bridport

The detectorists ...

The detectorists sweep their wands over the glistening sand -

It's low tide -

From the dunes we watch them delve under the end times sky -

Figures from a story -

Searching for salvage amongst the shells -

Treasure trove from earlier times -

Their ragged tribe living near the shore -

Their songs telling their history -

Their sun long hidden behind the clouds -


Sunday 23 February 2020


Bramble Bay
Studland
Dorset