Ships in the Night

Tonight here in the old stable

The weather worsens

Wind rattles loose boards

Pulls at rickety wooden panels

Pushes at the doors

Tugs the roof

Rain casts itself in waves

On windows

While I lie here

Dreaming of storms on the high seas

Knowing when I wake

I’ll be back safe alongside


CLP 09/01/2020

On Silence

Quiet school week night

Traffic parked, empty pavements

Not even owls’ calls


n.b. Tonight in Portsmouth the air is filled with nothing but sounds of sleep, while the countryside of Somerset will be alive to the hoots and shrieks of various night birds. This silence is unsettling; un-natural.


CLP 23/10/2019