Grey Muse
The nowness of everything
Sunday, 30 April 2023
Our first meeting ...
The scent of orange blossom -
Flamenco -
Pine trees above a bright bay -
Eating mulberries in a village garden -
I drove the blue car to the seaside town -
Our first meeting -
March 2023
New songs ...
Two daughters -
Beautiful wings gifted you -
The blueness of grandsons' eyes -
They wear summer in their hair -
All those stories -
New songs for you to sing -
March 2023
The memory of a hand holding his collar ...
Bentley rests his head -
In the garden, his nose had mapped out a wonderful new continent -
Now he dozes -
There's a lost voice somewhere -
The memory of a hand holding his collar -
That once familiar scent -
Going far away now, across a deep river -
March 2023
The shape of your smile ...
There are paintings and books inside the house -
A cherished saxophone -
Sunlight -
From the terrace, a view of the sea -
Blueness beyond salty rooftops -
Behind me -
In the air -
The shape of your smile -
April 2023
Awakening ...
The bright sea washes away the dark -
Our apple tree is joyous with blossom -
The long night had stilled my tongue -
No words came to me -
This was my awakening -
Birds singing in the garden -
The ship waiting in the bay -
Finding a pen once more in my hand -
April 2023
The wave ...
I closed my eyes -
Under my feet were years of prayer -
The choir were singing The Sanctus -
The music was a wave that cast me into heaven -
April 2023
After breakfast ...
Blue bells -
The scent of cut grass -
Sunlight falling on the churchyard -
The fragile shadow of the apple tree -
April 2023
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