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Journeys

December

Cancelled flights, frozen bikes.

Coffee-shops, gluhwein stops.

Women trapped in red-lit boxes.

November

Rather than descend to the pit of the Picadilly Line

at Russell Square I’d rather walk to the Tate Modern.

Rather than be welded to other bodies in a train

I’d rather be soaked to the skin on my way to Brick Lane.

October

Vino tinto, bocadillos,

in a cafe near the Prado:

everything, one euro.

Look, I’ll show you.

August

We chose Mallorca.

Hot sun, white sand, warm blue water.

Together, slow bronzing, mother and daughter.

February

In Ted Hughes’ house, poets write

around a long table. Snow light, candle light.