Monday 27 April 2015





A Dream


Such a small
thing to ask

such a large
thing to gain

simplicity,
the surf breaking on the sand

the cry
of gulls



Saturday 18 April 2015





Abandoned Boat

This old boat has seen
many waves and many weathers,
saltworn timber cracked and withered
under peeling paint, yet buoyant still
its list upon the shelving shingle, still
its tilt above the turning tideline
to the gull's circuit and the sky's
face



Saturday 11 April 2015

 
 
 
 
Parting At Heathrow Airport
 
 
Those sunlit clouds
 
away beyond the wire and concrete hills
 
remind me that you're out there still, that we
 
who overlay the bones of time
 
with dreams
 
will always meet again
 
 
 
 
 
 
Parting at St Pancras Station (1998)
 
 
iron
 
and its monstrous sweep
 
defining emptiness
 
 
 
the echoed
 
throb, roar
 
of voices, sliding feet
 
to dim glass
 
 
against the sky's
 
gape
 
February winds
 
on empty platforms
 
 
coal, diesel
 
not in words
 
the cold
 
absolute reality of things