A Sad Tale’s Best…

A Sad Tale’s Best…. We’re revising ‘The Winter's Tale.’ The English teacher me is only allowed to meddle near exams and I’m away for June so we have to catch it now. Bohemia: fresh fields, new birth and summer. Sicilia: crabbed landscapes, winter, age. Bitterness, jealous rages, where you’ll accuse a friend, send your gracious … Continue reading A Sad Tale’s Best…

Whatever comes to hand

Whatever comes to hand Coming back from another country, leaving it a night for things to settle I notice how this one, too, is in colour, rinsed: leaves, sky, bricks, light. Knowing where I have to go, it's shades of Blake and the prison- door, the fluttering mind, clipped and folded, stapled even; copied. There’s … Continue reading Whatever comes to hand

Memorial (1)

Memorial (1) Everyone can see them, her old clothes on the branches of the bronze metal tree her champagne-coloured blouse her oyster silk chemise the black-beaded evening sheath with the low back the spider underneath the tree is concerned that there will be no room for the stockings, the pink satin brassiere and the coat … Continue reading Memorial (1)

Makeshift

Makeshift     Yesterday: Foundation Degree Policing. 15:30hrs. Maria, with her light touch, explaining to her students   some of the problems involved in conducting the contemporaneous notes interview   which, importantly, was not the same as taking a statement. Rubberneckers, for instance,   after an accident; when the interviewee changes tack and asks you … Continue reading Makeshift

White Nights Burning

    White Nights Burning     No foreign sky protected me, no stranger's wing shielded my face. I stand as witness to the common lot, survivor of that time, that place.                                 From ‘Requiem’ by Anna Ahkmatova       No-one I love has been taken away at dawn   I have never … Continue reading White Nights Burning