An Amazon on her rearing horse -
Long thighed, pale as the moon -
A beautiful naked youth, a follower of Theseus -
Slender arm outstretched, holding up his shield -
Kneeling, helpless for a fatal moment -
Soon to be killed in his fresh beauty -
The British Museum
London
January 2025
Snowdrops in the churchyard -
Light from heaven on the bright grass -
A white tree against the sky -
More love, more love -
St Mary the Virgin
East Stoke
January 2025
Rain fell on the market -
Young mums sipped mochas in a Gail's -
I rifled through XXL shirts in a charity shop -
Wallace bought an Arsenal shirt -
Memory walked with me on the glimmering pavement -
First steps on Wanstead Flats, a snatched coffee in Nice Croissant -
Wanstead Village
London
January 2025
We are drawn to the mummies -
These painted cocoons -
Their dark mystery -
The image of an implacable hand -
Hearts weighed against a feather -
British Museum
London
January 2025
I felt the wind from the deep tunnels -
Breathed air tasting of dust and electricity -
Wallace walked on ahead -
Put up his hood against the wind -
Tottenham Court Road Tube Station
January 2025
We climbed the stairs to the upper deck like nimble marineros -
Gazed out at the sleek glass of the City -
Wallace, turning to me, eyes shining -
City of London
January 2025
We looked out for our darlings -
Sunlight flooded the concourse -
The air was chill and full of voices -
My heart would hold this moment -
Seeing them under the high roof, coming towards us -
Being tongue-tied with love -
Kings Cross Station
London
January 2025
