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On Passing
Martin died yesterday. We only knew each other through football. He was a stoic where the vagaries of Pompey were concerned. His amusement and occasional bemusement at the goings on at Fratton Park, on the field and behind the scenes, were always expressed with good humour. He was a lovely man. He will be sorely →
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On the Fence (II)
Post top comes alive Grows broad, fingered wings, talons Shadow spreads then drops . n.b. The motorway fences on the A6 through France are adorned with sunlit totems. These large birds of prey are decorated in patterned coats of browns and creams. Some are buzzards, some look like ospreys, which I know are fishing raptors →
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On the Land
Stained hands lift and cut Bunches settle in buckets Pressing work ahead . n.b. This is harvest time and the urgent work cannot be rushed. The atmosphere is filled with the scent of the ripe crop. At the caveaux in Villette lunch is served to the teams of workers. One caveaux is noticeably more sociable, →
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On Speaking
What can I say here? Silence is ambiguous I must listen now . CLP 06/10/2019 →
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At the Bus Stop
No more services After one a.m. He sleeps slumped Mobile falls to ground . n.b. What would you do? Wake the young man? I tried. Shake him? I did gently. Ask loudly, “Are you okay?” repeatedly? I called to him, but without a response. i picked up his cracked phone and put it in his →
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On the Sofa
Under a duvet Much later than usual Grateful for the bed . CLP 05/10/2019 →
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On Chartres Cathedral
Twin spires prick dull sky Reminding Heaven of Earth And Man’s vanity →
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On the Horizon
These fields of France Such broad expanses one sees Curvature of Earth . →
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Past Perfect Future
I don’t want to talk About yesterdays because I want tomorrows . n.b. Having good memories is nice, but making more of them is nicer. Look sharp! Eyes to the fore. CLP 02/10/2019 →
Journey of Words 