The spell of the blueness

After Java, we watched the gigs sweep across the bay -

We lay on the sand, still breathless from the waves - 

There was salt in my hair - 

Above us, the flawless sky - 

The beauty of the clouds - 

The spell of the blueness -

Swanage 

June 2024

The Emporium

The Emporium was a dimly lit cave of sad treasures - 

Mirrors from chill hallways -

Cobwebbed radiograms -

Anne bought a plate depicting a fish with golden scales - 

I found two 45s -

I hummed the carnival is over - 

Later I'd have a Stoli - 

Picture Dimitri, waiting on the stairs - 

The Emporium 

Swanage 

All my summers

Tangles of flowers hid worn names - 

I heard stories whispered in the air - 

 I counted my years - 

All my summers walked with me - 

Swanage 

June 2024

 

Canvassing

I climbed the stairs - 

Each letter box had snatched at my fingers - 

Lara Croft stood watch on the landing - 

Swanage 

June 2024

Beguiled by tweed

I was beguiled by tweed in Clobber -

I tried on jackets bespoke for deceased squireens - 

Placed a 1930's chancer's trilby on my head - 

I imagined leaping out of a roadster - 

Smoking an Egyptian cigarette - 

Later dancing to Begin the Beguine -

Clobber

Boscombe 

June 2024

WIll you have a story?

I walked barefoot in the evening garden - 

I carried in my head the giant's words - 

I felt the sorrow of his poet's soul - 

East Stoke 

June 2024

Lost futures

I saw the gentle socialist in his gallery -

He sat amidst seascapes and linocuts of wild eyed hares -

He stroked his beard -

Lost futures haunted us -

Swanage 

June 2024